As they soon reached the outer ends of town, Gajol snorted at Aya's interest in a dress. "I am not one to ask about such things," she said, "The most elegant piece of clothing I've ever worn was a skintight pair of velvet trousers, and it was accompanied by a velveteen jacket and cotton shirt beneath it all. Several people confused me for a man, and so I refuse to wear anything, save armor, that would constitute such an impression."<br/><br/>She continued walking, the hill 'border' in obscure view by then. "Not to mention it was stiflingly hot." Her voice was gritty with irritation at the thought.<br/><br/>The rest of the walk was rather uneventful. From the top of the hill, one could tell that Himmel was very accurate; a few groves littered the outskirts of town, and the spire of the newly built church was plainly visible for the entire group, right in the middle of town.<br/><br/>It was not until they'd reached the nearest grove, an oaken one it just so happened to be, before a few shuffling footsteps were heard, disturbing some of the fallen leaves.<br/><br/>((Your signal, Ashrathor.))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>