This prompted another<strong>"NYAAAAAA!"</strong>and sent poor Milly running out the door. Unfortunately, she didn't know quite where she was running, and the next thing she knew, she was in the local tavern. "Um... er... I think I'm um... lost?" She looked about to find the place was full with men - and women - who were seated at tables and the bar nursing their drinks but now suddenly turning to face her. Mostly with looks that she didn't necessarily like - the kind that one usually gets when one is presented with an especially tasty looking dessert tray. "Oh nyaaaaaaa..." she muttered to herself as the situation became clearer to her.