<strong>Angelique of Rone</strong><br/><br/>Braeden would look towards the scene of nude woman.   As he dismiss them as streetwalkers.  Imparting about a section of the city.  On how she should avoid such.   The warrens,  a section dominated by its wooden structures.  As he raise an arm and point to the western section of the city.<em>"Oh, I shall keep that in mind, thank you."</em>Angelique would respond to the piece of tidbit.  Of course it also meant she now could not help but have to go down into that section of the city.  It is in her nature in doing such things.<br/><br/>Finally they reach his designation.  The wagon of goods, now being unloaded.   A moment to ensure things will be alright with it.  Braeden would turn and extend an arm to take hers.<em>"Yes, let us find a good inn."</em>She hook her arm with yours.  As you  escort her to a inn.<br/><br/><em>"The nude women, I pointed out.  How can you be sure.  Does practical experience in such manner give you the wisdom.  To tell if they are or not one of the street workers."</em><br/><br/>Angelique would suddenly ask, while they walked with a coquettish impishness.