Monkling pads through, leaning on her staff as she walks through the mostly empty streets of Blowby, so named because folks just tend to blow right on by it. 'Specially these days, since the end of the war. Well the War, anyway. There are usually all sorts of little battles here and there, but she does her best to keep her nose out of them, folks don't care much for wolf-witches like her anyway. Forget the arguments of yore against homosexuals and people of different races. Since the magical veil between the human and the less-than-human dropped, the human prejudices have been turned against the so called animals and devil worshipers. Which is what lands her clear out here, away from what might still be considered civilization.<br/>She shifts her staff as she approaches a fruit vendor, picking through the apples.