Jenny reined in her horse, Peter, by the livery stable. The farmgirl slid off, her relic boots thumping onto the dust. She handed the stallions reins to the stable boy attending, passing him a few coins to cover a couple of nights stay. She undid her braid, shaking her hair out after a long ride. Taking her packs from Peters saddles, she looked up at the redhead still on the horse "Come on Princess, lets get some drinks and food. My treat." Jenny started to braid up her hair again after brushing out the worst of the grit. "And maybe a wash afterwards, my hair is like one solid lump of grease..." She set out to the tavern, bags slung over her shoulder.