Riley smiled at the butcher, glad to see a friendly face, you never could be sure in these out of the way towns how friendly the locals would be. She stepped further into the shop, inhaling the smell of the blood. It was a smell she was all too familiar with, though it wasn’t normally as strong as this as most of her kills happened outside. “Your weather is finding me cold,” she admitted. She was warmer inside the shop, the wind added a harsh chill to the already cold air outside. “Now you mention it, it seems rather cold for this time of year, know anything about that?”<br/><br/>She took one of the pig ears gratefully, chewing on the edge of it thoughtfully. “What town is this?” she asked. She had looked over some maps while she had been traveling, but the name of this town escaped her. Her violet eyes scanned over the meat on sale, it had been a while since she had tasted anything besides what she had caught herself. Was that pork? She couldn’t remember the last time she had pork. “And I think I’ll take a couple of pork chops, while I’m here.” She reached into her pocket, there was a more then comfortable amount of coins rattling around, certainly enough to splurge on some of the finer cuts of meat.<br/><br/>ooc:<br/>Diplomacy 6+3=9