Some would say that her life had never been easy, but life never really was for the common folk. It made her laugh when nobles complained about the price of their new furniture or whatever it was they complained about. She was often ignored at all costs, and was therefore in a particularly good position to listen for things. However, she couldn't care less about what they said or did. The nobles and others who possessed wealth but never actually did anything with it were all somewhat detestable. Then again, wasn't she? No, she was just surviving. They were thriving. Days passed and things remained much the same. If she was lucky enough to find herself in a bigger town, it was easy enough to get some coin. So far, big towns had been running dry and she was often left with close-knit communities with no crowds and a healthy dose of suspicion. That was no fun for her, and coin was starting to run dry. Everything was running dry. People were boring, and nothing new ever really happened. Well, there had been a recent development that had some people talking. People in livelier areas who had heard things coming from Kirkwall. Some of them sounded plausible, though the idea itself was kind of...radical. Radical wasn't always a bad thing. Maybe Alienages would be done away with after the mages earned their freedom. Wouldn't that be lovely?
The spilling of innocent blood wasn't particularly her favorite thing to linger on, but that was unfortunately what happened. In fact, she hadn't let herself think about the 'news' too often. Valisilwen had bigger things to worry about. Was she completely disconnected from the world? No. She was just a little disinclined to look at the bigger picture. If she didn't fit into it, it didn't matter. So she had wandered from town to town, snatching up what she could and getting the rest from fools on the road who decided that she'd be easy prey. There were always bandits – always. Apparently she'd been wandering the wrong way, because things were looking a little worse. Towns were getting smaller. In fact, villages would probably be a more accurate term for what she was left to go through. Some didn't even have a proper place to stay, so she continued on. She did some honest work, though. The elf had gone off to fish for an entire day and sold most of her catch. That gave her enough coin to buy some food for the road and move on. The night under the stars weren't particularly her favorites. She felt vulnerable without any walls around her, and she did hate that feeling. Helplessness was something she had planned on banning from her life.
It worked well. Valis took care of herself and managed to keep out of too much trouble. She'd been apprehended twice, but she'd never been kept down for too long. Now, it seemed that the odds were just not in her favor. This was another little town, and while the villagers were nice enough, she knew that she wasn't going to have much luck. At least she would be able to replenish her resources before heading on. Her weapons were fine, even though she could use a few more arrows. Taking up hunting hadn't crossed her mind often before, but it actually might not be such a bad idea. It was free food, was it not? As long as she was here, though, she was going to try to enjoy herself. There was nothing wrong with relaxing. The elf did that well. Though she had quick fingers and light feet, she wasn't particularly twitchy or tense. Unless she was irritated, she usually looked as though she hadn't a care in the world. Upon closer inspection, her emerald gaze would probably betray the fact that she was just bored. Oh, was she ever bored. If she wasn't out trying to make a living, she did enjoy spending some time in taverns and having fun. Her idea of fun was joining in on a game of dice or something of the sort. They were rowdy and usually more than entertaining.
Everyone was quiet here, and everything seemed very domestic. Even the gossip was...kind. Or maybe she was just used to being with the rougher crowd. She was hardened; it was the way the world worked. She certainly didn't enjoy some of the things she'd had to do, but it served her well. Mockery didn't bother her much any longer. That was for the best, considering the fact that she was encountering a bit more of it out here. Did these people not see elves very often? Granted, most didn't stray too far from their Alienages. She had seen no reason to stay.
It was her second day in this place, and after searching the two shops and simply doing a bit of exploring, she had returned to the tavern. There was really no reason to be anywhere else. The conversation was entertaining in a very strange sense, and she did appreciate the fact that there were no drunken fools hanging about. Maybe that was because it was the middle of the day – who knew? As it was so early, she refrained from drinking. Instead, she was having a bowl of stew and warm bread. Keeping a table to herself, she had her feet kicked up onto the seat of the chair closest to her own, as the other side of the table was a little too far to be comfortable. As they were in her line of sight, Valis took a moment to inspect her boots. They were getting a little worn from all the traveling, but she had been saying that for almost half a year now. It was actually going to be a problem. Oddly enough, the rest of her clothing was in good condition. The leather armor she wore was also kept in good condition. It was very light and didn't slow her down much, so she figured that she might as well wear it. Besides, there was always that bandit problem to think about.
She eventually pulled herself from her thoughts and dragged a gloved hand through her inky-black hair. It fell just below her shoulders, and was rather wavy. The bath the previous night had done it a world of good. In fact, it had been annoyingly curly when she'd woken up. Shifting a bit in her seat, she scooped up the last of her stew with the crust from the bread. Her gaze then turned toward the other patrons, allowing herself to focus on others instead of her own little world. It was good to observe, though there wasn't much to look at. Nearly everything was in order, and the people were doing what they had been doing half an hour ago, though some had dispersed to do whatever it was they needed to do. These people had families and livelihoods to attend to. It would be nice to settle down and at least have a home, though she wasn't really sure how long she'd be saying that. The elf had always had a penchant for adventure, and all of this traveling was simply feeding it. Being bored only made her want to go and do something bigger. There must be more to life than what she was currently doing, though it could be far worse. She knew it would be worse. So perhaps she should stop complaining and enjoy the simple fact that she did have her freedom, and she had the means to defend it. Settling down or deciding to live on the straight and narrow could wait until she'd had her fun. Or until she was forced to. That was also an unfortunate possibility.
It had been a few hours, and she had once again settled into her nonchalant state of boredom. That meant more reflection and quiet planning. Her gaze turned to the door as someone new entered. It was rather obvious that he'd been traveling, which managed to pique her interest for a moment. Ah, the boredom was going to be her downfall. Perhaps it was time to head back to one of the cities she had been avoiding. It was a relatively large one, but she had garnered some attention and wanted to wait until that died down. It probably had. At least people were lively there.