Ok, so she was a heel.  She should visit more often, she knew.  Endi stood in front of the Inn and looked it over and wondered how it looked exactly the same.  But then it was a little enchanted, this place.  Always had been.  Endari tosed her wealth of gold hair over her shoulder and icked up her satchel.  She slung it over a well formed shoulder and headed for the door.  Endi was dressed as she always was, brown leather boots, pants, vest.  Nothing else.  Her long hair was slightly curly.  Her face was still early 20's even though she was pushing 60 and a grandmother.  Lycanthropes were a blessed bunch.  She stepped inside and closed the door behind her, taking a look around.