It seemed as if the group agreed in walking down the road to the nearest town, so the once-upon-a-time scientist had not many qualms to complain to follow. She did pay little attention to her surroundings, merely noting that some of the beasts were unlike anything she had ever seen, even in books. She would like to have more information as a regard. And that was such the reason why she was only paying token attention to where they were going. Flicking through the Book of Prayers, she greedily skimmed through the pages to know the hows and whys of her current predicament. As well as the policy of her... "employer", the Lady of Light.

Her attention was brought upon the subject that the buildings did look the old-style fashioned craft. [i]Huh, I've seen those kind of buildings before, at granny's place before. But they were still made with modern methods... So I take this is probably some kind of a backwater place with no industrial revolution in sight.[/i] There were talks about what to do. Some said supplies, some said the inn.

And there was the elf child screaming and freaking out. It probably beget a sort of response. "I don't know...why shouldn't you be an elf child? I mean... elves are usually the big winners in this kind of situations." The young female cleric seemed to peter out. "...it's not like in my case they also preserved my body, you know. Mostly because..." Celeste seemed to freeze for a moment, shock still lingering in a corner of her mind. "...I was decapitated by a bus." she seemed to finish in a barely audible whisper, before reexamining the situation.

One of the other girls had decided to no say a word, and head to the tavern. It wasn't a bad idea, given the circumstances. Gather some information was paramount. She dug a coin out of her pocket, and weighed upon wether it was okay to use the given money for such task. I mean, it's not like she was going to get drunk on that money. She needed information. And probably things would make more sense if some kind of ale had been taken in the meantime.

[i]I was killed and then genderbent. I could use a drink.[/i]

She silently nodded. It seemed that the stoic woman had the same idea, given how curt her response was when questioned by another person of the group. She seemed the overbearing type, trying to keep herself useful by pointing out every single detail. She was promptly shot by the first girl, who explained throughoutly that she was treating this as a gathering information kind of task... and...

[i]Isn't me or did that sound like something straight out a military doctrine book? Specially the term supplies.[/i] She pondered. Tavern woman seemed somewhat...intriguing. The choice of words and the steady response seemed like something she herself could abide with.

Meanwhile, another person, this time a teenager guy, approached the woman, and wanted to do the chivalrous thing. She could hardly fault him. She herself fancied herself as courteous, righteous man when it came to these kind of situations. It usually ended up in stutter, though. She bit her lip as she fidgetted, producing some coin of sorts. [i]Sorry, my lady. But this is for the greater good of your name.[/i] She mumbled a half cynical apology. Information gathering was important. But she also needed a [i]drink[/i] to steady her rollercoaster of thoughts.

"I'm going too. I'm parched." She muttered in half a mumble, to the other two.