Life can never be what we want it to be...

Before Petra could protest to actually staying the night, she was rushed off to an awaiting room. All Petra did was shake her head at the bombardment of questions that were thrown at her before she was finally brought to a room. Petra stood in the middle of the expensive and looked around before sighing, "Oh well, best live it out while I can...." Petra said before dropping her pack down on the ground and taking out a white outside (the one in the picture), she smiled at it. Her mother looked so beautiful in it every time she saw her...Petra wished she could see that again. Petra shook the thoughts from her mind as she stood up and went to wash up.

"That is much better!" Petra smoothed out the winkles from the white outfit. Her hair was down and glistened in the falling sun's light. The white dress hugged her from the square-cut neck line to her waist, the skirt half flowed freely down to her feet. Petra knelt down and reached into her boot. That was where she was keeping Judgement for now, "I know I won't be needing you...but still..." she mumbled before standing up quickly, she thought she heard someone coming.

Rozan did not need a lot of time to get ready, in fact, he had no clean clothing with him to put on. So the peasant clothing that he usually spent his evenings in the lower ring in had to be sufficient. For a short moment, he regretted not putting on something prettier when he went out for dinner and a good drink and brawl afterwards, but then he shrugged. Too late now to change it.

He got his shirt off and washed his upper body, brushing some dust out of his short, military hair and the simple clothing. Then he put the shirt back on, giving the mirror a testing glance. He looked very simple, far too simple in fact to dine with royalty, but at least he looked clean. Luckily, he had put on some peasants' clothing that was at least mended properly, so there were no tears or stains on his clothing. Also luckily, the only old bruises he had for now were disguised by his clothing, for once, he had no black eye or burst lip to tell the tale of his lower town adventures.

When he was finished, he rested shortly on his bed, and then, when he was positive that dinner would soon be served, he got out of his room and walked towards the room of the young girl he had encountered earlier. Carefully he knocked on the door.

"Excuse me, miss. May I come in?"
He knew from experience - having three sisters - that coming into a lady's room without being admitted could entail having hairbrushes or pillows flowing your way, and also having the lady be very angry at you for hours, if not days, because girls actually never liked being disturbed in whatever secret, strange things they did when they were alone in their rooms...

Petra put a hand to her chest and breathed out, she really needed to learn not to be so...jumpy. "Its alright, you can come in...." she said before turning to her pack and gathering her clothes. A thought came to mind, why was Rozan here? Did he find out what she did? Was he just visiting? Petra just stood there for a moment, eyes not blinking and breath still but snapped out of it when she head the door open. If he did find out though, Petra was sure that she would tell from his tone.

"Is there something I can help you with?" She said as she turned around with a smile, holding her dirty cloak. The hem of the white dress flowered out and then settled itself back down to the floor. The fabric was as clean as she was, it was like it had never been worn till know. She tilled her head slightly, "Or have you come to see what I have?" Petra asked as she arced a brow, in reference from what happened earlier but had said it with a hint of humour in her tone.