<strong>Dewey<br/>Time; Day 1, early evening<br/>Location; Hillsbrow</strong><br/><br/>As Solo and Neria had left the room to, well, recharge her powers, Dewey was tucked in tight into his little bed amongst another three. But soon, he woke up, finding the tight tuck-in uncomfortable. As he opened his eyes which were still a little bothered by sleep, he noted their disappearance. Letting out a little lost look, he quietly murmured "Sowo? Newia?" unsure where they had gone. Then he looked at the note Solo had left him...'Dear Dewey. Neria and I have gone out for a brief shopping trip, however the market is strict against monsters, which unfortuantely would include you. If you have woken up to read this, don't worry, we will be back shortly. Solo.' Letting off a sigh, the little slime looked around the big empty room. "Stupid shops and theiw stupid anti-swime powicies." was the words the little thing grumbled.<br/><br/>Soon he discovered himself to become a little bored, and he decided to go outside and explore, outside the room, that is. As he hopped over to the door, he squeezed underneath it and found himself, after regaining his original shape, to be in a very busy inn. As the little fellow hopped his way down the stairs, passing a guardswoman, he leaped onto a barstool. The keeper looked over at the little slime and smiled, asking "What are you doing here, little fella?" to be responded by Dewey spitting out a platinum coin, asking "Can I have a dwink of juice pwease?"  the keeper taking the coin and giving the little thing a small glass, or a row of them. Thing was, platinum was very valued in these regions. Dewey then looked over at the guardswoman and said "Excuse me pwetty wady, I can't weach my juice fwom down hewe. Can you give me a hand?"