The door opens allowing a waft of cold air into the tavern. A rather scraggly dressed woman shuffles in and nudges the door closed with nudge of her stooped shoulder. She sniffs the air once and brushes a strand of dark hair behind her ear with a hand smudged with dirt and grime. Her gaze flits over the patrons as she starts a slow shuffle towards the bar counter. The woman wrinkles her nose as she nods at the retreating girl. Her hand closes around the mug as she turns to look at Broess. Her head tilts to the side as she contemplates the noblewoman.