'Oo's there?' the inn-keeper asked haughtily as he limped towards the door, muttering about how people should have the sense not to bang on doors at two in the morning. He opened the door and held out the candle to look at the disturber.
What he saw made him jump back in surprise. The girl had strange hair, black with purple stripes, and by the looks of it she was a foreigner. Her eyes were tightly shut, and she was rather beautiful. But what scared the inn-keeper was two things: the strange wings on her back, and even more so the bright light which shone through the door, despite it being a cloudy night.
'What are ya'?' the inn-keeper whispered hoarsly. She didn't respond, but instead fell to the floor, and as quickly as it had come, the light disappeared, as did the wings on her back.
The inn-keeper couldn't do nothing but stare.