Good old England. It had been a while since Sharla had last walked the streets of London. She breathed in the fine scent of the city, laughing quietly as she feels the pounds within her coat. It had been far, far too easy for her to take that man's money. One shapeshift into his lover and it was a piece of cake from there. He was probably still tied to the bed, waiting for her to come in.<br/><br/>Morphing back to her preferred look, she walked to the River Thames, staring into the sky. Humans were far too simplistic, it seemed. Too easy to manipulate. Luckily, she was anything but human. Now dragons...they were a lot more interesting. After several moments of contemplation, she head to the nearest shop. As much as humans were easy to manipulate, they sure made good tea.