Iyo

Tonight has been a difficult evening for you to fall asleep. The humidity has been a rather incredible, so you you decide to mill about the perimeter of the small inn you're staying in. Maybe wandering around enough will tire you out. For a while, you're by yourself. You don't recall many other people staying here for the night, only one other guest that you hadn't met. However, you round about a corner and see who you assume is the other guest who reserved a room for the night, a woman by the looks of it. Her robes look quite ragged, as if she had worn it for far longer than she should have. Her face looks equally worn, her hair looking uneven and scars upon her face. By her hip is a wakizashi, a sword one wouldn't expect to see a woman wield. Despite her ragged appearance though, she appears very composed. *She merely nods to you as she stops in front of you, muttering a gruff greeting, "Evening." she knows shes a run away but tries to keep a low profile*