Gigi wanders into town, lost, not knowing where to go next. First she was forced to leave her 1st place of employment, due to a bankruptcy, erm...among other things (things too dark to talk about) and then, just when she getting comfortable in Hartman House, all kinds of odd things were happening, and then ~poof~ everyone just disappeared, and she, again was left alone without a home. Unsure of what to do next, Gigi spots the tavern on the corner and hearing her stomach grumble, she figures that no decisions should be made without a meal and a good nights sleep. Its going to be difficult for her to sleep alone, after all this time, she kinda got used to sharing a bed with Geoffry, but...sighing softly, she enters the tavern and settles at the nearest empty table. Catching the eye of one of girls, Gigi places her order for Venison stew and a mug of ale. She deserves it after all she has been through. Inhaling the scent of the food placed in front of her, she pulls her hair out of her face and begins to eat, like she hasn't been fed in days. She leans back and worries about being thought about
badly if she ordered another bowl, she takes a sip of her ale, and tries to deside what to do next. Stretching and yawning, she approaches the barkeep to pay for her meal and inquires about a room for the night. He takes her money and leads her upstairs to a small room, with just a bed and an old broken looking glass. A ruusty pitcher sits upon an old scarred dresser. Thanking the man, she closes the door behind him and sighs. Setting her valise upon the floor, she climbs into the bed without even bothering to undress and falls into a fitful sleep.
