<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/KOlxHAb.jpg)</div>For a short moment, Miriel was caught off guard by Eller's actions. Then her expression slowly turned into a smile as she looked into his eyes. He was grimacing as he reached for the pouch. Was he hurt? She didn't ask about it, and just took the pouch eagerly. She made him repeat the directions once more, and then repeated after him: "West. Kilntown, Applebarrel Alehouse, Hodge the barkeep, Eller is paying his debt."<br/><br/>What has just happened, she wondered as she secured the pouch onto her belt, far to the side where it would be hidden beneath her cloak. "Thank you Eller." Was Eller actually a good guy? For a short moment, she even felt the urge to plant a peck on his cheek. No, he was still a creep. He had been ogling her during the trip, licking his lips as he watched her. She did lead him on a bit, but that was not the point! In the end he just fell for pretty eyes and a sob story. Even if it was a true story. "I'll hurry. I'll meet you back here after?" - she pointed at the Dancing Dweomer. Still smiling, she grabbed her staff from the cart, practically her only possession now. It was just a straight peace of wood from that groove. But it was hers, and it had a good enough balance. She twirled it once.<br/><br/>Miriel glared at the sun for a moment, determining west direction, then hurried off. After several steps she paused, glanced back at Eller, nodded, still smiling, then drew the cloak around her and pulled the hood up. She fell into a light jog, the voluminous faded burgundy cloak fluttering behind her. She laughed out in relief. Maybe things were not that bad after all? Hunger and fatigue were forgotten for the moment.<br/><br/>Miriel prodded the coin purse now and then to hear the coin jingling. She could take the coin and vanish... No, she wouldn't do that. She'll take the coin to Hodge. Now when she started thinking about it, this whole delivery didn't make much sense. Why a delivery? Why her? And fifteen silver didn't seem that much coin to her. Robbers took from her that many gold pieces, and more in possessions. She had had some really fine and expensive things... But Eller promised he could help her. Introduce her. Get her things back. He either had connections with the law in the city. Or with the robbers... It didn't really matter as long as he could get her things back. Besides, sometimes the lawmakers were the bad guys.<br/><br/>Hurrying west, and lost in thoughts she hasn't been paying much attention to the details of the city sprawling around her. She slowed down a bit as her breath became labored. It has been a long day. She asked for directions, nicely, to make sure she didn't lost her way. Applebarrel Alehouse. Maybe she could perform there as well?