Robyn shaded her eyes from the sun as she looked up at the inn's name. "The Red Rose." She smiled it seemed like a dignified enough place. Leaning down she brushed some travelling dust from her deep blue skirts. It simply wouldn't do to arrive in a new place looking dirty and tired from the road. Pulling a compact out of her bodice, she examined her face in the mirror. Green eyes framed with blonde hair stared back at her, but they looked alert and determined, not tired, so all was well. Stashing the compact once more she flicked her hair back over her shoulder, picked up her leather bound travel case, and strode into the inn.

A strange looking man in a porter's hat stood by the inside of the door.
"You. Porter." She demanded. "Take these up to the inn's most comfortable room." Her voice was as commanding as it was fancy, people tended to jump to attention when she addressed them, and she expected no different in this new town.

The air smelled like good food inside the inn, so Robyn sat herself at a table and waited for someone to take her order.