Her golden eyes intricately searched the building she had encountered upon. She lifted her chin to take in the scent of the air, which she found to portray signs of death and decay, but as well a sway of a wholesome welcoming?  Her fur tickled slightly through the wind as she continued. She reached the doors of the unknown, stone-worked building . Hoping to seek a sort of hospitality she could pull into her grasp, she gently laid her hands upon the wooden doors. She slowly pushed them open, a shattered ray of light bestowing upon her orange colored fur. Her ears perked up to detect anything she hadn't already.   After entering, she glared, frantically, examining every inch of what she had now gathered to be some sort of tavern. Dying, or seemingly despondent, commoners lay desperate, slumped against tables. Others give her differently implied looks. Some curious. Some frightened. Some excited.  “Where am I?…” She whispered

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