Jacquelyn changed back into her old clothes, careful to prevent the coins hidden in the sleeves from jingling. Then she stuffed all of her things, little as the contents were, into one of the boxes and sat down on the smaller bed. It was almost silly, the way her wanderlust struck her whenever someone came into town. She would beg various merchants, mercenaries, and cartographers to take her with them, and they all shrugged or shook their heads slowly.