Shie collected her water down at the Jade, listening to the commotion in the town square. Raising a brow, she hoisted both buckets up and started to walk in that direction. Her father had passed on a month before and since then, her entire life had been devoted to making sure the Inn ran well and steady. The amount of money she made had made her into quite a wealthy woman, though it hasn't effected her at all.<br/><br/>The only sign of age are a few worry lines on her forehead and slightly longer hair. As she makes her way through the groups of people, she gazes up at the partially obscured back of the man standing there. Another raider, probably. They'd taken so many in to question them before the public and kicked them all out after a thorough beating. She couldn't say that her people were doing the right thing, but they were doing what they thought they should to keep them safe. They'd succeeded so far.<br/><br/>She put the buckets down, asking her cousin who had come, and at the confused shrug, she motioned for him to keep a watch on her water as she made her way up front. It was true: money gave power.