As the alcohol began to lose its dulling effect, Anik, the Soul Searcher, awoke. The woman felt the inn, full of beating, corrupt, hearts, around her. Her head was throbbing, her mind still slow, but sleeping was no more.
Sitting up, rubbing her head, she thought to herself: "A hunt would serve me good right now, but this doesn't seem the right time nor place."
For a while, she just listened to the human noise from the bar, and to the birds calling outside her window.
A short time later, the woman put her swords on her back again and walked to the window. Standing there, she imitated the birds calls.
Only a very good listener would notice that the calls were from a human.