Shilatha sighed as she looked around
her home, trying to figure out what
was wrong. Nothing was out of place,
nothing was messy or sloppy looking.
She placed her hands on her hips and
pursed her lips, scanning the room
she stood in.
Finally it came to her. The
place was just too empty. She had
known from the start that this was
a home meant to have a family in it,
but it was the closest to her tavern
while still being in the forest.
She shook her head, regretting
that she had taken the chance at a
family sharing it's memories with the
home away from it. At least until she
moved, anyway. She doubted she ever
would, though.
She decided to go down to the
tavern and open early.
