Pushing aside her concerns for the moment, she occupied her mind with the simple task of repacking her beaded bag. The Three Broomsticks had been a suitable temporary home while she needed it, but it was time to move on. She wouldn't get as far as she needed hiding away in the rented room. The real action was a few hundred miles south of there. As she moved about the room checking to make certain she wasn't leaving anything behind, she could feel herself grow more and more nervous with each passing moment. Was she making the right decision?