When Kahya had arrived just a day and a half earlier, her hand hung awkwardly from her arm, she could barely stand, and blue eyes were red with tears and exhaustion. Now, she was sick of laying in bed and felt an urge to explore the Winding. Gossip and mushy food was not enough for the woman. While she still appeared tired and sad beyond her years, she stood tall with a focused gaze. Her dark skin had returned to a natural, flushed tone. Her broken wrist sat stiffened in a sling over her neck, and the heavy outter layer of her clothes and armor and supplies and weapons had been removed. She was almost a whole new person.

There were a few impolite stares as she walked, but Kahya paid them no mind. The village was no where as large as the city she hailed from, and she supposed it was easy to identify her as a stranger. As she approached the center of town, she heard her stomach rumble; her first instinct was to look around to see if anyone else had heard. Satisfied that no one did, she began her search for a meal. The fruit smelled sweet and the fish...like fish, but neither would make much of a meal.

And then she got a whiff of pastries and sweet tea and warm bread. She looked up at Glass Key Cafe; she still struggled with the written language, but she recognized [i]cafe[/i] well enough. She was getting ahead of herself when she stopped and patted at her pockets with her good hand. She chewed on the inside of her cheek in concentration until finally pulling out a few gold and silver coins from  Kahndaq. Hopefully they would do, so in she walked to squint at the menu.