(I'm fine with that. :D Such is what I agreed to when I opened your thread to begin with.)<br/><br/>Ania glanced backwards with a faint smile as she entered North Havenshire.<em>Maybe my day's looking up after all.</em>She grinned to herself, looking up at the sky and thinking of the gods out there before looking again at what lay before her. There was much for her to do to prepare... she had to somehow make herself some money so she could replace her sword. She hadn't expected to lose it to an acid-belching monstrosity of an insect on the road. Being down to her axe made her uncomfortable; sure, she could use it well enough, but it was no cleaver like her sword.<br/><br/>Pulling her straps tight, she set into the town, looking for other adventurers and places to make money... or, perhaps, men to make money off of.