<strong>Shan</strong><br/><br/>Ralf woke her. The eidolon, not having to sleep, was impatient to get out and do something.<br/>Shan was in a small room she rented, on the outskirts of the city. She never liked the inns. Wishing to stay a few days in the city, to give herself rest from the road, she went from home to home and found this housing. Bridgeport had a lot of visitors and so a lot of locals had the rooms ready.<br/>Now, from a few days of enjoing her foots on the ground this stay turned into an indefinite bide, making her restless. Markets has been sifted, temples visited, street plays seen.<br/>Once she tried, in a quiet bay to the north-east, to turn Ralf into a fish. If was fun, exploring the seabottom thru his eyes, except she almost passed out after a few seconds.<br/>She bought a book in a temple, "Stories from the planes", and has been reading it. She explored the town at night. She wrote letters home. She played table games in the local tavers. She did everything there was there to do and still the goal of her journey was not getting closer.<br/>Presently, she put on her vestments, a white airy coat she bought for walks in the city, and went out. "Let's try find something to do, Ralf", she called to the eidolon, whom she made in a form close enought to pass for a blackish furry dog, so that he could run the streets without hassle.<br/>The morning was sunny, the streets empty. With hidden doubts, she directed her steps towards the center of the city, where life was more active and there was a chance to find some temporary occupation until this business with closed travel would solve itself.