It was amazing how much weight guilt could put on one's feet when one was walking away from her appointment with her destiny. Normally destiny would be an overly heavy word in this context but...it had already happened to her. She had chickened out from what she knew had happened, and skewed the course of her life...at least, that's how it was feeling. It wasn't very logical, but the logical mind was not at the forefront for her now.<br/><br/>At least there was something to distract her. The circus folks didn't look much more reputable than the pirates she had originally signed up with, but she felt a lot safer here than she had been. She felt herself relaxing a bit, some of that guilt fading a little as she took in the sights.  She lingered a little bit watching the entertainers, but her thoughts were on the strange tent, the *ahem* "Dreadful Dungeon Delve". Surely a brave almost adventurer like herself could handle something like that? Already lost al ittle in her younger mindset, Hunter would line up in the queue...she had a little bit of coin, and surely this would be a lot more exciting than filthy pirates!