In the hasten stride,  with the spring in her step.  The tie that held her hair bundled up.  Has come undone, and as Sarah turns to look back towards Neil.  Her lustrous long wavy curls of brunette hair comes splashing down over her shoulders.<br/><br/><em>"No Neil, it is my first time here.  Now come on we can talk an answer questions in the inn."</em><br/><br/>Whirling then,  left hand reaching to her hair.  Grabbing the loose undone piece of leather.   Only to claim it, not redo her hair.  As Sarah heads on into the inn/tavern.