Rose trips stumbling through the city with her huge bag. She rights herself right before she runs into someone. She looks around with wonder. Why was everybody celebrating all of a sudden? Man, she just wanted a break from the country for a bit....maybe practice painting the ocean scenery. She retreats into a less crowded part of town looking for a place to stay the night.<br/><br/>She eventually retreats into an older looking it tripping on the door frame. Righting herself with a little embarrassment she walks up to the inn keeper to talk about paying for a room.<br/><br/>She asks him timidly,"Uh..excuse me sir? But if i could have a room i would be grateful."<br/><br/>He nods back not saying anything and hands her a key. She pays for the room, taking the key she walks to her room and sets down her stuff. She looks around the room in content. It was plain but it had all the necessities. She had a bed with a cotton blanket on it with a small pillow, an ancient looking wardrobe and a worn down nightstand.<br/><br/>She walks back out of the room grabbing a blank book and a pencil. Time to go sketch out the city.