Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140621010528/@comment-11457306-20140629023631

Damia left the basket and lifted her light bag to her shoulders, jumping lightly down off the back of the cart. The cold did not bother her in her long leather coat. Her red hair blew slightly in the breeze. "An Inn is a good place to start," she said softly.

"She's right, Commander.  Even if he is not there, one can learn much about a place in a short time by just listening to the gossip.  Tongues wag freely in an Inn."