<em>Finally</em>, the first neck of coming - and staying - in this new continent was over, Lazerette thought as she breathed an exasperated breath of relief. The bugle and the first speech of the day weren't what she would call pleasant awakening. Then again, she was still trying to get over life outside the castle, and having to put up with a greater lack of gourmet foods. But this sacrifice was much better than staying in one place for the rest of her life.<br/><br/>On the other hand, there were people that she had already made an enemy, even if unintentional. Lazerette gave a glance towards the man, a 'treasure hunter' she heard him call himself, who appeared to be occupied with something else. She could recall that while boarding the ship, he gave her a rather disgusted face. But why though? Maybe she might not get to know, a fact which frustrated her.<br/><br/>Then there were those whose beliefs were not only known, yet rather much on display. She tried to distance herself from the elven stranger who was talking with another woman. Her accusations of humanity were causing her stomach to churn. Heck, she had trouble trying to block her ears from the elf's speeches during the ship ride.<br/><br/>Her poor stomach - maybe some food might help ease it, if said food were of decent quality. Sighing to herself, she decided to see what kind of places served food in town. Maybe she might find herself some form of decent lodging rather than the kind she had to sleep in the night she arrived.