Myth suddenly stood rigid. She ran out of the inn and burst through the doors. Ferryn groaned & grumbled in her hood. Myth wouldn't stop. Not untill she had found Ingot. She fought the tears as she ran on. She stopped suddenly. She screamed in agony. her wing bled. Oozed, gushed, it looked horrible. Myth cringed. And a evilish grin apeered on her face. She would not stop. She was a student of the Dark Arts. She couldn't be stopped. She ran forwards aimlessly. Never thinking once. She ran on on.