BudgieLove
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Lillian pulled her hood over her head as the rain began to come down harder and harder. Looking down the winding road, she couldn't make out any nearby towns, or anywhere else for her to rest. Suddenly, in the distance, she could make out the lights of some building. She hid her lute underneath her cloak as she began to run as fast as she could through the pouring rain. Beginning to grow nearer to the building, the smells of alcohol and food led her to realize it must be a tavern of some sort. As she approached it, she suddenly jumped backwards, crying out in surprise. Sitting just outside of the tavern was a huge manticore. Lillian froze, too terrified to move. As she looked around her and stared extensively at the manticore, she noticed how still it was. As she began to draw closer and closer, she also began to notice how no-one in the tavern seemed at all fazed by the great beast. She finally mustered up the courage to take a jab at the manticore with her lute, jumping back immediately after. It continued to lay as still as it had before. Slowly, she slinked back over to it and wearily put a hand on it's great big chest. She breathed out a sigh of relief as she realized it was truly dead. As she began to walk back to the tavern, Lillian's eyes searched the through the darkened windows, looking for any sign of Garith. After they had been separated while being attacked by bandits, she had been worried and was almost constantly keeping a weary eye out for him. Unfortunately, the tavern was terribly crowded, and she was unable to make out anybody she knew. As she walked in and sat down at a long table, she was immediately greeted with an overwhelming feeling of warmth and comfort, as she soaked in the heat coming from the numerous lamps lighting the tavern. Taking out some of the gold she had, she bought a nice hot meal along with a mug of ale. As she ate her meal, she took out her lute, and tried to dry it as best she could.