Larry
For several days Juna and a small caravan of pilgrims have traveled along the hard packed forest roads on their way to the promised lands in the south. Though it's unknown why she was traveling south she was persuaded to join the group when one of the faithful informed her of the "Dangers of traveling alone" In a country at perpetual "War" With its neighbors. It wouldn't be surprising if the ultra religiosity of the people around her grinds on her nerves, or doesn't, but they have managed to keep her from being robbed or killed by the bandits that roam these lands. 

They are on track to be soon approaching a town located along a creek feeding into the Huime river. The trees here, are tall strong firs tightly packed making the surrounding forestry seem dark and foreboding - when the only foreboding thing would be the possible bandits that lurk within. She likely has enough time to chat with one or two people before they arrive within the village, which should allow her to easily leave this group if she so desires.
Marc
*Juna had kept quiet during the duration of the trip, finding herself only really speaking whenever someone else spoke first. Walking beside her was her Jackal, Jace, who seemed to be more lax than usual the pilgrims. Perhaps the trip with them got him used to them enough. It wasn't long ago when Juna was first told of the place of Mentia from a somewhat broken Soldier she had met in the woods. 

The idea of there being a war going on didn't surprise her too much with what she was already told prior to considering traveling here. She kept her gaze on the forest they traveled along. Only recently had she been ambushed in the forest she lived at, which had caused her to have to be more vigilant with her surroundings. At least she had Jace around to keep an eye on things as well while she kept an ear towards the pilgrims and the other to the forest.

Juna wasn't very accustomed to traveling with a group, though she didn't mind the company too much. She was so used to it being just her and Jace that having others around felt more secure somewhat. Even if she shied away them, she decided it was best to stick with them at least until she had the chance to fully look around Mentia.*
Larry
Nothing seemingly happens as they travel further down the road. Soon the thick firs begin to thin out, stumps growing ever present until they open up into wide fields - many of which contain grazing livestock. Small buildings can be seen on the horizon, presumably the adobes of the people who work this land. Down the road a large collection of two story buildings can be seen, and beyond that a smallish manor set upon a hill with a simple wooden wall around it. As they encroach upon the main road of the village Juna can see from here the signs hanging from several of the buildings. These symbols represent a variety of businesses, and from the heavy scent of baked bread and the constant clanging of metal there has to be a blacksmith and a bakery in this town.

But that isn't the only thing present within this town, as a man drunkenly stumbles out of an establishment with a tankard as its symbol. Either a tavern or an inn, and even further down the road - towards what looks to be the center of the town, a plethora of stalls housing one or two people and their goods can be seen. Beyond that is what looks to be a stone - tall and imposing, its large steeple towering over all other buildings within the town. Not quite the small village that it was stated to be...
Marc
*As they left the forests behind, Juna began to focus more on what was ahead of her. Seeing the town slowly growing in the distance, her tail would give a small wag of relief. It had been such a long time of traveling that the Canifor was actually glad to finally find a village despite her preference of the woods. At least now she could truly get some rest. Her Jackal would wander on ahead, making his way through the entrance of the town before his owner as he began to investigate the area.

Juna had let him go on ahead, taking the time to gaze around the village in its entirety. She had to admit it was much bigger than she had expected, but surely that was a good thing, right?*"Is this... The village we were looking for...?"*She would ask one of the pilgrims in a quiet tone. Of course Juna didn't have much experience in this area, unsure of whether their travel trip was truly over or not, but she figured it was best to ask first before splitting off from the group to look around. Already the scent of bread had reached her nose, something unique to that of the meat she usually ate. It must have caught Jace's attention as well for it seemed that the Jackal was following his nose in the direction of where the scent was coming from.*
Larry
An older looking woman, covered head to toe in clothes scratches her chin and shrugs before saying "God willing this is the village we're looking for, those city dwellers must really have a different definition of a "Village" If you ask me." With that answer, and general confirmation that this is indeed the village they are looking for Juna would have the greenlight to split off of the caravan as a whole. Jace, seeming to have the idea in his nose wanders off in the direction of the bread-bakery, turning a corner and disappearing within the town. It would not be hard to follow after since he just turned the corner, however if she wanted to leave him to his own devices she could explore the much closer inn/tavern to book a room or look for some local work - or just to have a drink and some food. Alternatively, a town of this size would have more then just one inn or tavern and she could surely find another if she wanted to. There's also the small market place, and the blacksmith - and then the manor over-looking the village as a whole.
Marc
*She gave a dip of her head to the woman.*"Thank you... I...I think I'll go see what Jace is up to..."*Juna said before eventually turning away from the her and following after Jace around the corner. With the smell of bread getting stronger it seemed like they would be heading in the same direction for the time being. She'd hustle along to catch up to the Jackal before focusing on the Bread-Bakery they were heading towards. It would be her first time trying bread in a long while, maybe it would be a nice treat to have before they headed off to the a nearby Inn for some rest.*
Larry
It's not hard to catch back up to the Jackal, in fact the most difficult thing was avoiding the chamber pot being emptied from the second story of a building. The person above, presuming individuals to not walk so close to the side of the roads yells down "Sorry!" Before pulling themselves back from the window and disappearing back inside their house. From this distance, the easiest thing to notice about the bakery is the massive clay chimney - alongside the fact that it's pretty open too, and that there are smaller furnaces as well. There's also a small single story building next to the cooking area, presumably the shop - a large gaggle of women are gathered around the ovens, presumably gossiping as their bread cooks. The smell is pleasant, though nothing too special - it's not like they're lords or ladies who can afford special and unique breads.
Marc
*Juna made a quiet yip of surprise at the chamber pot, quickly trying to move out of the way of it with her heightened reflexes. She found herself suddenly speeding up some more to catch up with Jace so as to avoid anymore surprises from the sky. As she eventually caught up with the Jackal, Juna would allow him to lead her up to the shop. Seeing the woman standing about he would let out an attentive bark towards them before sniffing around the area some more for the food he sought. Juna would follow more slowly behind, seeing that the woman were talking amongst themselves. The Canifor didn't want to really interrupted their conversation, however, she figured it was best to ask if they were selling anything.*"Excuse... Me... I was wondering if... If you were selling any bread..."*She said, keeping her gaze slightly lowered so as not to have to gaze at them directly. It was something she was always bad at, especially in a village filled with all sorts of people with hidden intentions.*
Larry
Most of the women ignore her outright - they're busy *Gossiping* And that is oh-so-more important to them then dealing with some child. However, a much older woman - seemingly distant from the rest of the younger women takes an interest in the girl and approaches her and says "You act as if you've never been to a communal bakery before! Yes, this place does have a shop - but it's for selling some of the fancier stuff this place bakes up. Usually for the rich folks who pass through, i'm sure the baker can find some sweet bread for you if you ask nicely!" Someone yells at the old woman, presumably her name and then something about "Bread being ready" She smiles and states before leaving "Welp, that's my cue, hope you get that sweet bread!"
Marc
"Well... I don't think... I actually *Have*..."*Juna said under her breath as the woman pointed out the way she was acting. She listened to the woman as she spoke of the shop they had for selling bread. Before Juna could really ask anymore questions, she found the woman walking away which caused the Canifor to simply dip her head.*"Let's go Jace... We might find some bread around the shop..."*Juna said, continuing along as she tried to find a place that may give out some 'sweet bread'. Juna never had any sweet bread before or frankly anything considerably sweet. She just ate meat for the most part and whatever vegetables and spices people tended to add to it, but sweet? It did at least make the Canifor curious. She wondered if it would be right for Jace to have some. He wasn't meant to take too many table scraps that weren't regular meat they could just hunt out in the woods, but maybe this could be a nice treat for him too. As the Jackal finally returned back to her side, she would continue on to head to the shop area.*