Fanning herself with her hand, Felicity muttered crossly as she stalked towards the inn. Tugging at her gambeson's neck, she pushed open the door to the inn. She immediately was greeted with the aromas of sweet foods and drinks. The desire for something sweet and cold took her mind, and she strangely was uplifted by the thought. She walked over to the counter, luggage rattling, and placed some coin on the counter, "Do you have milkshakes?"

The bartender looked up from wiping the counter and nodded.

"Great!" Felicity beamed, "I'll take a large strawberry milkshake, large chocolate milkshake, a container of whipped cream, and a large empty stein."

"Sure thing." He put down his wash cloth and took the coin, "You have family coming later?"

"Nah, it's for me."

...

"I'm hungry."

Looking as if he was worried for her sanity, the bartender turned to get her order. Felicity tapped her foot waiting. She reached up and waved, "Oh! A room too please! One night."

"Room six is yours!" A key was slid to her by a barmaid at the counter. Felicity swiped the key and immediately headed for the room. After tossing her luggage on the straw bed, she turned and looked the door. Stuffing the key into her pocket, the redhead walked back to the tavern floor. Her prevalida sword, Splicer, was still at her waistline. Her new switchblade was hidden where most girls hid their money or perfume. After being given her treats, Felicity turned around with a smile - only to frown. For who sat in the corner drinking? None other than Leoric Blackwell.

A hiss escaped her lips as a couple passed his table, eagerly greeting him. She heard two men talking from the table, "I can't believe he's back! Wonder what ol Leoric has been up to?"

Shock and disdain flooded her being. People here liked Leoric? Why!

"Why on earth would anyone like that jerk?" Felicity muttered beneath her breath, "All he does is insult you."

"What are you talking about!" Felicity turned to see a young teen sitting at a nearby table, eating soup, "He's one of the most compassionate and caring people I've ever met."

"WHAT" Felicity shouted in shock, almost dropping her tray, "All he ever did was insult me!"

The boy scoffed, "You must've deserved it."

Now Felicity was angry. Her face was red at the accusation. Sure, maybe she deserved to suffer for her mistakes long ago, but she had done nothing to Leoric to merit the treatment he gave her! Throwing the tray down to the table, she spat, "I had not even said a word or looked at him before-"

"-Oh, go away!" The teen scowled, moving his half spilled soup closer to himself.

Felicity scowled bitterly as she swiped her tray and scuffed her boots along the room. She inadvertently found herself standing before Leoric's table, wondering why on earth she chose this spot. More cross than ever, she sat down with a heavy this and immediately worked at her frozen treat. Picking up both milkshakes, she started pouring both into the stein, hoping the treats would lighten her mood once she tasted them. Feeling unfairly treated and wretched, she fumed in her rage as she sat across the table from one of the most selfish, rotten people she had ever met.