As she continues to wander the streets, with a fresh pair of eyes she looks at the events one by one as she passes. Here, these people have ritualized the serious business of predators versus prey to the point where it was a, a... carnival event. She gives the ale-seller a quick shake of her head, not wanting to cloud her mind just yet; there were too many things here that made little enough sense sober. Being that the haunted house seemed on first glance to be the odd thing out, she snorted and headed for it. She'd fought ghosts before. They were delicious.