"Hmph." Ryder let out a half scoff half moan as she realized she was noticed by a young farmhand boy. She averted her eyes, trying to cover herself with her dusty and fading red cloak. She didn't carry much with her when she left her home village, but if she had to pick the most important thing she brought, it would be her cloak. A gift from her father... Her fallen father. At least, that is what she had known. He had ran off to join the fight against the Risen and never returned. Ever since then, Ryder had wanted to travel to Ylisstol to help just like her father, and now she was trying to achieve that goal.

Ryder couldn't help but turn away from the young farmhand, who was now seemingly wrestling away from some animals that he had gotten entangled with. She was good with animals and knew she could probably help him, but her shyness got the better of her. She tried to fade into the crowd, her small size helping her achieve her goal. She had also noticed the nearby tactician man. Ryder tried to slip by him away from the crowd. She soon escaped and sat down on the side of the barn. Besides, she was here to eat, look for a pegasus then leave. She needed to get to Ylisstol after all.

Ryder looked inside the pockets of her cloak, counting her gold pieces. It didn't take her very long to count such a small amount. She really didn't have much with her did she? A pout spread across her face. Maybe enough money for one or two more meals. After that, she would be broke, and she still only had her 'Sword' of a branch. She let out another groan, dusting herself off. She had decided to wait until the crowd has dispersed, after which she would go look for food and supplies, or do what people like her do best, borrow some supplies.