Rosellia had been traveling for a long while, from place to place, town to town searching for materials, looking for things to improve the weapon that hung at her back. Every step she took carried with it an air of confidence and prestige, there was a zest and excitement in her expression. Long cotton white hair fluttering in the breeze as the wind brushed past her faintly tanned cheeks, the irritation caused her to brush it aside with a calloused hand. She looked like a typical woman, dressed in a warm robe and traveler's garb, but the tainted blade on her back didn't suit her image, the blade even when sheathed looked too heavy and tough to be wielded by the curvaceous woman that wore it.

The Inn sounded like a good place to rest for the moment, pushing her way inside earning a few stares from the locals. She shied away from them naturally, not used to being the center of attention she turned her attention. Being a human was strange-- bizarre. Usually eyes were always on the wielder, on the person holding and swinging the Tainted Blade into battle, but seeing things through the perspective of it's meat puppet still made it a little awkward as it went through the motions as a living creature. Rose stepped forward, intending to go through the motions of getting a room, of getting some dinner. Her needs needed to be met naturally, that was originally the purpose of this pit stop, the Tainted Blade needed to ensure that Rosellia didn't collapse or succumb to fatigue. It was in approaching the counter though that her steps suddenly halted without reason, the light in Rosellia's eyes listed briefly as the puppeteer at her back became distracted.

The Tainted Blade at her back suddenly reacted. The slit at it's base suddenly twitched, opening to reveal a yellow eye that blinked as if awakening from a light nap. It darted in Aynur's direction almost immediately. As if smelling guilt, as if lured by a hanging cloud that hung over the woman's life, there was 'something' there that appealed to the Tainted Blade. It had a different allure from it's current host-- Rosellia was too weak to pull the Tainted Blade's Netherworld compatriots to this side, a local protector, one who understood the customs and common sense of this world would be an important tool. It's current host didn't retain much, outside of crafting and combat skill there was little that allowed the Tainted Blade to assimilate well with common human people.

As if scheming up a plan, letting it ruminate, the light returned to Rosellia's gaze as the Tainted Blade's eye began to close. Turning it's attention back to Rosellia's strings, the woman shifted gears and approached the woman who was brooding over a cup of tea. With a gentle hand, it tried to reach out towards he woman, a soft and tender hand tried to touch her head, gingerly petting her as if she were an animal or pet. The Tainted Blade naturally confused the gesture as a greeting as it pet her sweetly. "Hello there friend. I'm a little new to the area and was hoping to get a lay of the land. Do you think you can help me?" She asked, not wanting to take a seat just yet, she wasn't certain just how pliable this girl was just yet. The scheme had to be carefully laid out after all!