At least the rain had stopped. Eva's cart rolled into Blackwater slowly, the mule lumbering slowly across the cobblestone road that led into town. She was stopped at the north gate, and greeted the men standing guard cheerfully. After a few moments of the guards checking out the back of her cart beneath the tarp, they called that it was all clear and she proceeded into the city. Several people greeted her, to which she replied in turn. Polite, casual, but always distant. That was how Eva portrayed herself to the people of Blackwater. That's how she'd always seemed, since she first showed up. The people had since accepted that.

The next hour or so was spent selling, bartering, and trading the furs to various tailors, leatherworkers, and even a few shoemakers who were beginning to make fur line boots. Eva didn't get how so much fur could be comfortable. In her experience, it was irritating on the skin. But, so long as they kept buying, she would keep her mouth shut and take their money. Which was beginning to burn a hole in her pockets, and she hadn't even gotten around to selling the meat. Rather than go and blow half her money instantly, she made her way to one of her favorite buyers: Sloan, of the Faintly Gallows.

It didn't take her long to arrive. She left her cart unattended. Rarely did she have incident in Blackwater. Not near the Faintly Gallows, at least. Eva came through the door, sliding in as quietly as she could, so as not to disturb the other patrons. Though, it was hard to be discreet with that big, floppy hat on her head. Nevertheless, she managed to get to the bar and sit on one of the stools, waiting for the owner to notice her. When he finally did, he greeted her the same as any normal patron. Eva cut straight to business, rather than spend any time on pleasantries, and in moments the two were in a heated debate over the price of the meats. As usual, Sloan was trying to get a deal. But while Eva spent little on hunting, unlike him, who spent a fortune on the Gallows, she wasn't about to be undercut.

Nearly thirty minutes later, they managed to agree on a deal - the price that they usually settled on, somewhere between what each asked for - and Eva went back out. It took three trips, but she finally managed to get all of the meat inside the bar, without a bit of it missing, and Sloan retrieved her payment. Immediately, she ordered a hot meal and a cold drink. Then she let her eyes wander around the inn while she waited, examining the patrons as discreetly as she could. With the brim of her hat hanging so low, it wasn't exactly hard to sneakily watch the others.