<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/7c29525a6544f8e21f81fedc988a141a/tumblr_oggp33Tmy51r3m39wo1_1280.png)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Mirish Penumbra</strong></span></span></div>Once she reached the gates, it didn't take long for Mirish to collect her meagre belongings and, once she had satisfied herself that everything was in its proper place, the monk took her leave. Using the stout, wooden spear in lieu of a walking staff, the half-orc retraced her path through the crafter's quarter until she finally reached the open marketplace. In deference to the local's sensibilities she kept the business end of her weapon concealed inside a small canvas bag. Some were quick to judge a greenskin and Mirish had no desire to provoke unpleasantness.<br/><br/>That said, her supplies had grown sparse and even the remnants of Mediocrate's experiment couldn't mask the scent of spoiled food hanging over the marketplace. At least the Inn would have the decency to add enough spice to hide the taste.<br/><br/>Mirish made her way carefully through the crowd, side-stepping or twisting away when needed to avoided a collision, then, once she'd escaped the far edge of the crowd, through the door and into the Whiskered Squid itself.<br/><br/><br/>