Arman trudged into the town alongside Ryan, heading for the local tavern. There was no better place to sell herbs and spices, and also the best place to ask around for the town healer. “The Niirborhood Tavern. Well they're not from [i]my[/i] neighborhood.” Ryan joked pushing through the door, followed closely by an eye rolling Arman. Steping inside she gagged. It wasn’t like the smell was new to her, but after being on the road for so long, she had grown used to the clean air. But she would adjust, just as she always did. She followed Ryan up to the bar, where he snagged a spare seat, and she stood behind his shoulder, as usual, waiting till he gestured to a seat next to him, leaving a short gap between her and a pair of others a few stools over. When the barkeeper finally got to them Ryan nodded to the man, “Hello sir, can we get a drink? Two ales, please.” Arman growled silently and smacked him round the head, “Fine, fine, one ale and, …do you have any milk?” Ryan amended his request. “Also, when you aren’t busy, I’m selling herbs and spices, along with a few interesting odds and ends. Would you be interested?”

Arman was listening to every conversation, at least every one she could hear, paying attention, hunting for a story, interesting things like that. When the, [i]was that a boy or girl?[/i], called across the tavern to a wild looking girl skulking near the entrance, she swiveled her head, watching everything she could. Paying as much attention as her tired self could.