"Manshire," Amber corrected Elsa, "They have a butcher and a general store, they'd have anything we'd need to last a few weeks in the wilderness." Amber felt her company had an odd air about them. Both of them. She never spent much time outside her city walls but the time she did spend out she'd never met folks like this. Her company was interesting, but strange. A man who dressed rather funny, and a girl with a tiger. What a trio they must look like.

"I can lead us to Manshire without further delay." Amber continued as she gathered herself, holding a finger to the wind to find the direction of the gust, a small flame still dancing on the tip showed her the way. Her feet started moving toward the town whether or not the others followed, she bored of this river, and had slight fear some water may splash upon her flames.