Ara thought her greatest skill was knowing how to mind her own business. She was very good at not asking questions, which was a skill that she thought most people could appreciate, no matter what their intentions were. Either the people she did jobs for were on the up and up or they weren't. It was all the same to Ara if she didn't dig too deeply into it.
The path through Knockturn Alley to the Iron Fang was a familiar one, though early morning was an odd time to entering the inn. Still, she knew exactly where she was going, and walking confidently and with purpose often went a long way to people leaving you alone, most of the time. Ara made her way to Hestia's door and knocked, waiting to be acknowledged.