With a heavy cloak wrapped around, Wildfire's seems bulkier than before, with a thick hide filling out her form.  A wooden shield hangs over her back, and a short spear rests in the crook of her elbow as her gloved hands hold the cloak closed against the air.<br/><br/>"Mmm, I would certainly spoil fast living in town, with a warm room and hot meal every day.  It's certainly time for me to get back to the real world," she observes to no one in particular.  She had stayed up late in the common room, enjoying the fire, drink, and company, trading stories and discussing regional concerns with whomever was traveling through town.  It was also with great relish that she enjoyed her private room, enjoying the novelty of sleeping in the buff with soft warm sheets, instead of in a self-made shelter.  Comfort and company were usually sparse for her, and she took her fill in town when she had the chance.