Bab 279: Old and New

The fire burned bright in the hearth, casting flickering shadows around the common room of the Westfall Inn. The heavy scent of woodsmoke filled the air, mouthwatering aromas of roasting meat woven throughout. There were few patrons tonight, most at their own homes preparing for the celebration tomorrow, the few present absorbed in their drinks.

Dusk had fallen by the time Korra and I stumbled into the village. Bilev, the innkeeper, had taken one look at our battle-worn and weary appearance before conducting us to a table and sending one of his maids to fetch the Glory Chasers. He'd raised an eyebrow at Korra's inquisitor's robes, but seemed to sense something was off, and kept his mouth silent, merely offering us a drink.

"Starlight!" Tana's voice echoed frantically around the room as she burst through the door, Sorrin at her heels. Her gaze flittered through the haze of smoke, finally fastening on my torn, scarlet cloak.