It seemed that Dia had left the village and Ryieahna now had to run the tavern on her own. Though, Ryieahna wasn't much of a tavern keeper to begin with. She stumbled through that first night after Marguerite had been hung, and proven to be a wolf, and Ryieahna had been blind to her wiles. She couldn't decide if this fact bothered her, or just smacked her in the face.
Ryieahna sighed and shook her head, dwelling on these thoughts, as she washed out the last pitcher and dried it out, putting it on its shelf. She closed and locked the doors, to the main part of the tavern, and to the room she slept in above it, tucking the knife under her pillow.