Journeying beyond the Dales for a set period of time, the genasi made her way back down to the conflicted lands, delayed by caravan incompetence as well as unfavorable travel conditions. Grasping one of the tattered flyers left weeks after the event's publication, word has passed down that she has taken her normal abode at the Royal Oak inn, listening for details of what happened during the contest, and if there were future ones to be had.
Notably, as she sits in her corner of the main hall, the hood of her metal hat is always pulled down low, making it hard to discern if she is asleep or very well aware of her surroundings.