As Sheo snored deep into the morning, Aishia had written a note and stuck it on her forehead.<span style="color: goldenrod"><span style="font-style: italic">"Out for breakfast."</span></span>Walking through the early morning streets of Goldenburgh, Aishia had spent the last few hours scouting around. She had some money from last night, playing in the Inn's tavern for bits of gold. It was a shame that she was paid more in drinks though; she detested alcohol, which may mostly have stemmed just from being with Sheo. She had enough money to maybe buy some components for potions though, or maybe even a spell tome. That was just wishful thinking though, as she was more interested in simply wondering than spending coin.<br/><br/>Aishia's mind had wondered tod tales from the tavern the night before, about mysterious cultist attacking people. Some even said they were in the city, readying for another attack. But since the sources came from drunkards who could spin their bottles better than stories, she took them with a grain of salt. However she did take note that there has been an eerie aura coming from the town, which she wasn't sure of the source. It wasn't the first time she had such feelings, as she knew it was linked to her Dark Miracles. Namely, the odd sensation of death. It wasn't always accurate, but when she feels it, she knows something has or will happen. And with talk of assassin cultist and her strange feeling, she felt like looking around just to kill time and slate her curiosity.<br/><br/>At least until she got distracted by the market stalls. The market sprang to life as the merchants opened up their wares, various trinkets and baubles catching her eyes. Crafts from all around the world, food and drinks made from various exotic ingredients, and other types of snake oil. Aishia was careful not to spend her coin freely. Sheo had that problem, and it was the reason why she had to take up so many mercenary jobs. If it she didn't spend money on drink, she spent it on useless accessories that Sheo would lose or break or give away. Aishia was certain that Sheo was a vagabond in the past life, since she seems to skilled at living on the edge of poverty. Aishia continued to browse the market's wears, taking "Samples" when the merchants weren't looking, and occasionally inquiring about their wares. Once Aishia got her fill of window shopping, she counted out her coin and wondered what she should buy. Nothing the in market stalls really reached out to her, so she decided to go and browse storefronts. She looked for magic shops, but also at general goods and smithies. You never know what you might find in them. Aishia herself contemplated on buying some armored gloves for herself. Something that would allow her finger sensitively while protecting the rest of her arms from things like briars or blades. However, in all her travels, she only found very few smithies that worked with Elven Glass. Everyone else used more mundane metals like iron or steel, which she found much too cumbersome. She was also looking for a scarf to cover her neck, and more importantly, her scar. She had forgotten how many stares it attracted when she was in the tavern, and she felt that some stories would be best left in secret.<br/><br/>Aishia eventually found a quaint little shop. Inside was a young Teryn man, dressed in the garbs of a merchant. Eye-catching, pleasant to look at, and spoke well of the quality of the goods. She noticed that the store sold more than merely weaponry, though from the lavishly designed sword that hung on the mantle behind the Teryn man, it was what they specialized in. Putting on her smile, she nodded at the merchant to show that she was aware of him, but went to look at their other wares.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: goldenrod">"I wonder if they have anything enchanted..."</span></span>