Crossroads
Daemonica sat in the corner of the ancient tavern called At Broken Pole at the crossroads of several busy trade routes. The inn was crowded and there were no places to stay overnight left. That didn't please her one bit. Though she had left the barren and deadly mountains long behind, even here inside Raia, with its far more favorable climate, there could be no talk of spring. Her spirits were not lifted even by a decent supper and the offer of lodging in a wooden shack by the stables, along with other unfortunates who could not be acommodated under the inn's roof. Outside, sleet raged, and snow and water turned much of the roads into impassable muddy slush, covering treacherously slippery icy remnants of snow. Adjacent to the ancient inn was a larger village, whose inhabitants lived from
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