As she walks through the town, she sees much the same thing as in the fields. When she steps into the Inn, the thugs lounging around inside are the first men she's seen that need to shave daily and don't have grey or balding hair. The signs of a town isolated from trade also become clear, with the only things seeming to be for sale being produce grown in the farms nearby, and that not plentiful.<br/><br/>The Palace of Blue Lamps has the lacquered paper lamps that give it the name hung about inside and out. The low tables are polished to a shine, and long cotton cushions lay either side of them for the customers to sit on. The walls are painted with scenes of birds and forests, not by any great artist but competently executed. It seems to be a fairly prosperous merchant's Inn, certainly not the sort of establishment which would normally have the collection of unsavory-looking men lounging about inside.<br/><br/>None wears armour, though all have some sort of weapon close to hand. Her practiced eye shows the usual mix of army deserter and brutish peasant looking for easier living that make up a bandit gang. Some have tattered and faded clothing from one Warlord or another, and the weapons are a mix of poorly-kept battlefield loot and peasant tools pressed into other work.<br/><br/>When she entered, they'd been harassing a man she presumes is the Innkeeper, who along with a son bordering on manhood is struggling to keep up with serving them. The girls who would normally perform this task are seated by the men with their kimonos open, apparently resigned to the hands that keep roaming inside. Seeing her, there's a sudden roar of crude male approval.<br/><br/>"Another one! And here we were thinking that we were short of women- damn townsfolk hide their daughters like they were diamonds! Come here, there's plenty of room to sit in my lap..."<br/><br/>She counts perhaps a dozen bandits in total while she sizes up the situation...