Didn't take long to find a good inn, and luckily her 'bodyguard' tossed the jade necessary for the nights and then some.  Really though, three nights?  Why so long?  Well, perhaps just for the image to be portrayed, but she couldn't see it taking<em>that</em>long to get supplies.<br/><br/>Still, it made her grin - and luckily the grin fit with her 'look' - to see how she made the clerk scramble.  But they had a room, could store supplies - not that she was carrying much, since she'd long since eaten her bear and traveled light otherwise - so that just left her tossing her cloak onto the nearest rack...<br/><br/>...and tossing Mera across the room onto the bed once the door was shut.  Mera was a tough girl and the bed was soft; she'd be fine, Yifa figured.  More importantly, it made her feel a little better...<br/><br/>"Damn!  This dress makes my thighs rub!" she growled in Skytongue as she hiked up her dress a bit, revealing from the slits that she wasn't wearing underwear (nor a bra, but that couldn't be seen either way) "How the hell do those Mortician girls wear this sort of shit and not cry in pain or just start flicking their bean mid-stride?!"