"Phew! I'm stuffed!" Amy exclaimed to no one in particular. Her belly filled, Amy already felt much of her tension lifted away from her body. Standing up, she whistled at her men, indicating that they were to finish up and be ready again for patrols within the minute. 

She whistled once more. "Come on men, we're beginning our rounds again!"

Amy led her troops out of the inn. Flyers of an upcoming tournament were handed out. Amy took one and began to read through it. As her men began to turn the corner, she spotted the blind man not too far away. This time, he appeared to be chiding someone, a companion perhaps. Whatever the matter was, there was an urgent look on his companion's face.

"Doesn't look serious enough to intervene," she thought to herself as she came closer to them. "Any of you want to stop by today's tournament if we have the time?" she asked. 

"It sure beats walking around all day," replied a soldier.