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FLeur's mind wandered. After leaving before she was asked to, and she shuddered at the thought, do manual labor, she had walked around the town. Partly to distract herself from her own mind questioning if all of this was worth it and also to get a feel for the place they were in. She considered herself to be insightful, able to read feelings more so than people. With her fortune telling, she didn't need to con the person as she could actually see what was coming, but not everyone wanted to know the little details.

She watched the people walk by. A mother corralling four children all under the age of 6 by her guess, though humans were weird like that. A older dwarf was carrying huge packs of something. Many shopkeepers and merchants called out their wares to anyone close.

No one paid her much mind, which suited her just fine. She didn't feel like explaining why an elf woman was walking around in a dress and shoes that were slowly killing her. Plus she didn't trust them. Not yet, at least. She had been hurt before. She didn't need that pain again.

After a bit of a walk, Fleur made her way back to the group. It seemed they finished their work so Fleur judged it correctly. [color=D5B3DF]"Miss me? How did it all go?"[/color] More curious for her own benefit than actually hearing tales of fishing and whatnot. But beggars couldn't be choosers. Where was the magic in all this?