[Music Recommendation: Pulling Thread ~ Kerry Muzzey, Andrew Skeet & The Chamber Orchestra Of London]
Freya touched the sleeve of her dress as she walked around the inn. She was done standing at the entrance since she wasn't even able to find anything useful. Freya stopped walking when she saw someone standing alone and laughing all by herself; she squinted her eyes to see who it was.
"Madame Rosalie?" Freya called the woman's name. "What are you doing all alone... laughing?"
Madame Rosalie raised her face when she heard Freya's voice. She pressed her lips together, trying to bite down her laughter, but she couldn't. The woman started laughing again uncontrollably; she couldn't wait to bring down the general who had insulted her from his high horse, starting by making him drunk and then seeing how he would resist any woman.