: Ayra :
Ayra tosses in her sleep. Her mind is filled with echoes of the past and something more...sinister. Her dreams take her to the night before she'd met Marle. This time though, it wasn't the drunken man chasing her through the streets, but something more terrifying. A silhouette seemingly made of nothing but shadow. Fear fills her as she runs from what she can only comprehend as death. No matter how far or fast she runs, the figure just continues to grow closer. She cries for help and people appear. Every face she had seen in her life stands watching, forming an alley for her to run. She looks back and the figure is upon her. She lets out a horrified shriek as it descends upon her. Enveloped in the darkness, she struggles trying to break free but there is no escape, not from death. As she lies in the darkness, her mind fading as the field around her grows darker, a name slips from her sleeping lips.
"Marle." A hand reaches through the darkness and pulls her out. He smiles at her and pulls her close. Ayra wakes in a cold sweat as their faces draw near. She sits up, hoping she didn't disturb the other girl.
Marle
Marle wakes to the sound of thrashing in the other room. Despite her nightmares, Ayra's mind stopped her from screaming, though she did speak. Marle dresses himself for a fight. Perhaps the innkeeper figured out the ruse and called the guards. He would have expected him to send them after Kijana first if they did though. His sword sheathed at his side. Marle opens the door and leaves the room.
"Kijana. If you will check on the girls, I'm going to see what our friendly innkeeper is up to." Marle walks past the room, the thrashing had stopped and a few of the other boarders were sticking their heads out of their doors. Marle shoos them back into their rooms as he passes, heading for the stairs. At the bottom, he finds the innkeeper sound asleep. He places a small bag of coin at the man's feet and collects some bread and water from behind the bar before heading back up.