Rebecca was happy that this woman was actually paying attention to her instead of simply shoving her around, or that anyone was paying attention to her at all. She thought her response was somewhat odd, though. What did she mean about the mountain tribes? What did she mean about not having a twin? Why did she find her description flattering? What did she mean by “faults?” Who in the world was she that she could speak like that about them, while also acting like she had no idea who they were? She decided to prod more about it.
“Er, come again?” The researcher inquired, her tone indicating that she had heard very well what the other woman said as she erred on the side of nuance this time. She retrieved her notebook as she walked and began to double-check it, flipping from one page to the next as she cross-referenced various research notes, religious lore, and journal entries from the book’s previous owner. Whether she liked it or not she had an idea of what she might be implying, and she thought such a claim would be blasphemous and so absolutely absurd that it would incite amusement far more than aggression, but it was part of her very nature to follow up on such a thing regardless. She assured herself that she wouldn’t have gotten this far if she didn’t. She gave an odd glance to the others travelling with her. Were they hearing this, too?
She supposed it was something that would be better addressed once they got a chance to stop, however. She flipped the pages of the notebook to another section and pulled out her quill. She alternated between pausing to think and writing away, jotting down various notes and equations of physics and magical mechanics as she paid the faintest attention to walking with the rest of the group. She almost tripped a couple of times, but it was no matter. Several pages were filled in a jagged, somewhat legible scrawl until she began to figure out that she had to squint and frown at the page to see what she was doing. The sun was setting, she finally realized, and she needed food. Thankfully they had arrived at their destination.
Or rather, the next town over, but it was an excuse to rest all the same. Unlike Falke, the farming village had no walls, aside from the fenced-off sections of farmland that seemed to stretch out endlessly, filled with either varying crops or animals, the latter of which seemed to be falling asleep. Along the path were wooden buildings on either side, consisting of housing, inns for those passing through and the occasional shop selling whatever supplies one might need before they had to close down for the night, though it was nowhere near as extravagant as Falke's marketplace. Though the path forked a ways into the settlement, Rebecca could see that at its end, almost as if the town as built around it, was a stone mausoleum, sitting near a wooden building that appeared to be a Church of Aramice. It was a recurring trait in Loyalitat's various towns that never failed to unnerve Rebecca.
"So..." Rebecca asked as she glanced around the group. "Anyone know any good places to eat around here?"