Ainfean slid to a stop from when the walls of Winterbound came into view. She eyed the walls indecisively for she usually preferred to stay out in the wide open. But her supplies were running low and she had a feeling it might get bitter cold this night. Finally she moved into a gliding trot, muscles rippling under the glossy black horse hide of her centaur body. She entered the walls, tensed to see if she might receive strange reactions. SHe halted to look around, wondering where she could find an inn.

Finally spying the inn, she made her way down the street. She paused at the door a moment before pushing it open and walking to the counter. Her violet eyes locked on the innkeeper, waiting for what reaction would come.