It was an in between kind of day, with the wind blowing cold off the sea, but the sun bright in the sky. Awinita wore deer skin leggings and a long deer skin shirt that was open on the sides to the top of her hips, as well as her bow. The temperature didn't bother her. She was pretty happy with the clear skies, though the city was wearing her natural enthusiasm thin. She had found work caring for horses, but it felt like she had already been here too long. Usually she had an idea of what she wanted to see or know, and went to do or learn that thing. Now she wasn't sure if she was staying here because she was afraid to get back on a ship, or if she really did want to see more of these lands. Things were so different, so closed in, it was hard to be happy.<br/><br/>It was time to decide though, and go somewhere. Decide to face the sea and prove nothing ruled her, or time to get on the road and see if there was something better out there. So though normally she avoided establishments where people crowded together yet did not talk, this time she strolled into an inn. It had a bird on the sign, and it seemed like a good omen. She paused at the door, dark eyes cataloging the mixture of peoples present.<br/><br/>The tables seemed meant to once more isolate people into little groups. No good. The men at the bar looked very busy with their tasks. Maybe the bird was not a sign of anything other than her desire to procrastinate instead of finding somewhere quiet to think about her decision. Her confident stride took her across the floor to the bar and she slipped onto a stool there. No need to waste a table on her alone. That would be too depressing. What did these people have against a good fire circle anyway? She settled lightly, the long bow sticking out above her head clearly proclaiming her an archer. Awinita was adjusted to people not being able to tell one peripomed from another half the time, but people here greeted her as 'lad' often enough, which was amusing. Apparently one must have enormous breasts for these people to be able to distinguish boy from girl. So she supposed lacking in that attribute, she would be a lad as often as they needed.<br/><br/>When the man wiping the bar asked what she wanted she replied in a cheerful tone, "Whatever tastes the best from what he is cooking." She nodded to the other man busy with food. The man demanded money, and when she gave it, he nodded and turned away to speak to the cook and then his attention was diverted again by a new patron. A sigh left Awinita's lips and she spun on her stool to lean with her elbows back against the bar. If no one was going to chat, at least she could amuse herself watching them all.