Every eye in the inn turned towards the door when it was slammed open. Not because of the action itself, but because of the figure who now stood in its opening, gasping for breath. Most people returned to their boisterous drinking and bragging however, when they saw the cause to be young girl who simply remained standing, looking like a rabbit after cresting a hill and finding itself in the presence of a pack of wolves, all intently observing her. And she could not go back. But not all found her uninteresting, as similar wolves were watching her in the inn now, a predatory glint in their eyes. This was not a place that was often visited by young girls.
Less interested in the proceedings was the man sitting as far into the back of the inn as was possible, a beer in front of him he had not touched since he purchased it hours ago.
She tried to ignore those very active stares, and the possibilities they held, as she took the first step into the inn. There was no other choice.