Farril raised a brow to when Laura mentioned the Beastman laws.<br/>“Can’t share a bath?  Is that a religious thing or political thing, or a race thing?”  After she said it she realized it probably wasn’t the smartest thing to ask, so she buried her face in her mug muttering to ignore her.<br/><br/>When Bruce gave them a pouch of money, Farril lowered her drink and leaned over to look.<br/>“This looks like a rather large reward, doesn’t it?”  Farril said in a quiet voice so only the other humans could hear.<br/>“Isn’t copious amounts of money the usual video game reward?  This place is starting to feel like some nerds knock off of Tolkien.”<br/><br/>When they left the tavern for the bath house, Farril was walking with a slight lilt to her step.  Upon entering the bath house she stripped, hopped into a shower, washed herself and her shirt all with practiced efficiency.  She then redressed and was back outside well before everyone else.  The others found her asleep on some grass outside the bath house, drying in the sun.<br/><br/>Arriving at the clothing store, Farril picked out a sleeveless grey work shirt and similarly colored pants.  As her new pants didn’t come with a pair of pockets, she continued wearing her black track jacket to carry her knuckles in the pockets.<br/>“I’m already armed, so my votes magic.”  She said when asked whether she wanted to go buy weapons or find their magic.<br/><br/>Although Farril had taken a short nap and the alcohol had run out of her system, she hadn’t been hit by her hangover quite yet.  Hopefully it would stay delayed until she had properly figured out this whole magic thing.