Hopping off one of the wagons of the caravan to join her friends, Runa cast glances at the locals and the town itself, calmly picking out details and storing them away for later. Her fingers itched to snatch some of the purses she saw hanging from the belts of the townsfolk, but she knew that stealing anything would ruin their opportunities in the town, and that knowledge helped her keep her fingers from where they shouldn't be. "Finding a place to sleep for the night would be nice," Runa said, adjusting her bag on her shoulder again. "It would also let us store our gear while we explore and try to find a job or something to do." With all that was in the town, there had to be someone who could use their skills to get a job of some kind done. And Thorgili was right. They were going to need money, and a lot of it, for their journeys.