Seanah decided to stay with the caravan until she had entered the city. Arriving in a group would propably and hopefully keep the questions at a minimum. Of course, she had prepared a few answers should anyone question her about her identity. That she was a travelling dancer and minstrel, working for coin, couldn't be doubted as anyone in the caravan could attest.<br/><br/>She didn't know anything about the mysterious coin, currently residing in one of her pockets. She had been thinking about it for a while, but could't remember having seen or heard about anything like it. She also found it a little strange walking without her panties on; dangerous, embarassing and exciting at the same time. It felt freeing in a way, as if it changed her personality a little.<br/><br/>Seanah left the caravan as soon as she was within; waving goodbye to some of the people she had talked to. Then she started reaquainting herself with the streets nearest to the city gates; including inns, taverns, shops and establishments, as well as nothing the location of official buildings such as guard posts, barracks, town halls and anything like that. She kept an eye open for something called THE WHEEL, but didn't want to ask about it, for now. She suspected it was en establishment such a tavern.