She glanced behind her briefly,  and eyed the three that seemed to be following her. Tirarrian was engaged in a conversation with one, and the guard lingered near.

"Oh, and I'm afraid I cannot take no for an answer", his words continued to roll around in her mind. Apparently they had done enough to gain the aid of the guard, but was it merely to keep an eye on them? She started to ask herself again why she was doing this. She grumbled quietly with fruatration. 

Finally making it to the smithy, it seemed to be one of the few places still in tact, however no one was around. Abandoned ... just great. 

Fortunately,  it wasn't such a huge defeat. Her axe could do with a bit of maintenance,  but she chose this place as more of a distraction,  and an excuse to get away. 

Her gaze drifted over the three once more. There was a subtle hint of wariness and vulnerability in her eyes, for just a moment and she let out a heavy sigh. Why couldn't anything go her way, just once...

It was too awkward to make conversation with the guard, and so she quickly turned away from the three. 

Instead, she moved towards one of the nearby shops that seemed to be open and inspected their many goods.

They mostly carried small weapons of various types, a few bandages and healing salves. They even carried rations. The intention was to spend only a few moments bartering for the various things she'd need for her journey then return to the tavern for anyone else that would be taking the trip with her. 

[@Jon Y] [@The Fated Fallen] [@Letter Bee]