Shawn pondered over why she agreed to meet with him at the Headless Orc. Inwardly she knew why 'she' had desired so deeply to see him once more but she couldn't help but to wonder just what his motives were. Perhaps he was just bored or perhaps he longed to see her just as much as she did him. The female released a grunt and continued to walk on as she began to curse herself due to the fantasy that existed within her since the day that she accidentally ran into the tall, dark blonde, blue-eyed male. In an instant she found herself sauntering through the heavy wooden door of the Inn. It didn't take but a minute to locate his where abouts, sitting at the bar, sipping of his ale. Shawn girded herself up, pulling her cape around her body like a blanket as she approached him from behind. Softly the red headed woman spoke, tapping him upon the shoulder. "Good evening Ulfr." Almost shyly she awaited his response.
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