[h3]Falke, East Shopping District[/h3]
	Rebecca sighed as the armored woman walked away. She didn’t have the stamina to deal with this. Perhaps, later, she would track her down again, but if she had to deal with her for much longer she might end up starting a fight with her. And heavens knew that she doubted she could finish a fight like that. She sighed again and smiled at Chambala.

	“I suppose it wasn’t worth it all,” Rebecca said. “My name’s Rebecca, by the way. Rebecca Crescent, if you want to be especially formal. I guess you can see that I’m already travelling pretty heavy, and I try not to keep too many magical items on me if I can help it, but you know…” She dug around in her pockets for a moment before withdrawing a silver piece, the coin glistening faintly even with the relative lack of direct sunlight as she offered it up to Chambala.

	“I wouldn’t feel right leaving without buying something after all that happened,” Rebecca said sheepishly. “Besides, I’ll probably need to start a few campfires if I’m going to be heading home anytime soon. You wouldn’t happen to know a good route around the river, would you? I don’t feel comfortable travelling back alone, with the bridge being out and all…” Now that she wasn’t so flustered, she had time to pay attention to the next piece of commotion in the market; some other woman riding around and loudly peddling wares from atop some sort of golem. It was both fascinating and unnerving, unlike any golem Rebecca had ever seen, and most definitely not like her old friend. She shook her head. She hadn’t seen so many strange people in Falke since the day after the bridge burned down.