It was early afternoon as Brie finally reached a town, after three days of traveling on foot. Tendrils of her quaint, blue-violet hair clung to the young girl's face and neck, glued there by the sweat of a long march in the sun. Her whole body glistened with that sweat, and a gentle breeze stirred her long hair and the rose-pink bow which she wore tied around her torso, just beneath her voluminous breasts, partly in the hopes that it would help to prevent them from bouncing as she moved; it didn't help much.<br/><br/><br/>She strolled past the guards and peasantry, oblivious to any stares or crass remarks they may have thrown at her, and after a little exploration found the closest tavern. The girl entered, seating herself on an empty stool at the bar and wiping her forehead with her arm before asking the bartender for some water. She reached down to her waist and drew out her dwindling coin pouch, waiting for the man to name a price; she would have to find some work soon to fatten it up, or traveling would become more difficult.