Deja has grown rather accustomed to her unusual attire... after all, she's among the less garishly dressed patrons of the town at the moment, despite wearing only her armor and its ceremonial, decorative trim.  In fact, the half-elf rather likes the freedom of this place... most of the inhabitants were consorts of some kind, and she'd never had any shame of her body.  Bullish males-- her least favorite type-- were scarce, as it seemed that they had already spent all their male drive in any of the dozens of entertainment outlets (and entertainers) immediately available from all sides.<br/><br/>The cleric finds her way from gift shop to magic shop, looking particularly for volumes of local history, divination items, or anything that stands out as being reminiscent of markings in the tomb, on the coffin, or red moons/stars in general.