Feeling different, Like she was still trying to fight that in which she knew she did not want to give in to.She was still nervous and shaky, She had a hard time keeping her mind in one place, so she would roam the cold streets for a distraction.
But walking was not helping, Each step even if there was no one else around she pictured just choking the next person she laid her single eye on to death and leaving at that, Even then she doubted it would help her, for the moment she was not sure what else would.
So to think to, To find and walk around in thought about what else to do. Just to get her mind off of it. It still seemed to not help her, So she would continue on her way none the less.
Walking eventually much like many people go a tavern, Smaller then most. The type everyone seemed to know one another and felt werid when new people showed up, perfect to her, No one knew her it would help just slightly settle down, Even if it was not for a long period of time it helped, Even taking a spot to sit that was open and away from the groups of people there.
But lost in her own thoughts she was unsure even what to get to drink while she was here, So she would even take her time with that and think it over much like anything other things.