"Who are you?"
She really doesn't know. The only thing she remembers is waking up in a patch of rosemary with a gash on her head, an innkeeper named Wim McKee standing over her curiously. Wim lets her stay at the Weary Dragon for the night, and she insists on helping him. But the more she helps, the more suspicious he becomes. Who is she, and what is she doing in town?
