Rose Anew wandered into town about the time as the sun reached its zenith. She kept her hood up to keep the sun off of her face and she kept her left hand laying casually on the pommel of her bastard sword. The scenery around the town had gotten Rose in a peaceful mood. She did not desire conflict here but she tired to give the appearance of confidence. She passed a small shepard boy asleep next to the fence while his flock grazed peacefully. The scene brought a smile to her face and made no effort to wake the boy. This town was clearly peaceful to allow such a lazy scene to exist. Rose was happy to see such a place, but her instincts told her it could never last. Nothing good ever does.

Rose made her way to the market place near the towns center. It was a fairly lively place compared to the rest. She looked over the wares of various vendors. She was content with her armor and weapons so most of the shops for people of her talents seemed lacking. What did catch her eyes was a set of cookware that was among a vendor. She really did not need it but it had been so long since she had the proper equipment to cook a full meal under the stars. She could not just walk away. One of the copper cooking sets seemed to call her name. She started bartering for a reasonable price.