Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150323035824/@comment-11457306-20150327010158

Pris moved among the stalls, making small purchases here and there. If she began speaking to anyone, especially a beggar, she was going to stick out like a sore thumb. There were a few of Star-Knight's men scattered about, looking proud and threatening. She ground her teeth in frustration.

She inquired of several of the merchants where the best in was. They all seemed to agree on one, the _____________.

She would rent a room at the inn and wait for evening, when the indigents began looking for their holes to crawl into. Invisibility would be her cloak. If she didn't scare one of the poor souls into heart failure, she could get some information. She turned purposefully in the direction which had been indicated.