Morning comes way too soon, and Lukas greets the day with a groan and a cacophany of popping joints. His head is pounding, his stomach roiling... and of course, Tamara's still fast asleep on the bed. For a moment, the rogue debates just dropping down onto the bed and sleeping, if only for a few minutes longer. It would undoubtedly be pleasant... and perhaps, if he had woken up with the whiskey still running through his veins, he might actually have done it. But his head's clear now, and he knows full well what kind of trouble that would bring.<br/><br/>"Oi... Wake up Sleepy Head." The thief raps a knuckle on the bed-post before turning to start tossing his gear back in satchel. He doesn't waste any time... just grabs his stuff and heads out the door. "I'll meet you outside."<br/><br/>Only when he's out in the light of day does the "dagger-dare" take any sort of time to prepare himself for the next leg of their journey. He posts up on one wall of the inn, and grabs a dry biscuit and cord of smoked beef as a quick breakfast... and it's there that Tamara finds him. Without another word- about the trip, about the night before, about any of it- the two set off down the road.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Thankfully, the rest of the journey is as sunny as the first day of spring, and the two are able to make good time towards the town where their first target awaits.<br/><br/>Though at first, it certainly doesn't seem any different from any other town along a major trade route. On the afternoon that the two arrive, the daily market is in full swing; merchants crowd the walkways, crying out their wares to anyone who will stop long enough to look... and filling the arms of anyone who doesn't manage to get away in time. Daily life at its most mundane.<br/><br/>Well, almost. It's only as they get closer that they see just how... uncanny... the situation really is.  Closest to main gate of the town, there's an old woman selling fruits... and not a single one of them is the correct color. Strawberries are a deep blue, and blackberries a bright orange... and the fire-peppers look more like they're made of ice than anything else.<br/><br/>"Well, well... Would ya look at that?" Lukas leans in close, sniffing at the fruits in disbelief. They certainly smell right. "Haha. You should feel right at home here, Tam..."