As with most days in Asanthorne, the village was relatively quiet, its' occupants minding their own business and rarely lifting their eyes from the ground. And so, despite being the village's liveliest hour, Feon's comment could be heard from a good few feet away. Not many heads turned, with a trio of mearchants making inaudible comments while giving the girl fleeting looks, and another small group of five village-folk releasing ones a tad more audible, aimed at her outlandish appearance. The only one who had heard or seen the monk, and did not emanate negativity was an innkeeper, owner of Asanthorne's oldest tavern. He simply let loose a knowing grin, as if he agreed with the girl's statement, and walked inside the previously mentioned inn, the Red Raven. In this entire town, it seemed that this one was the friendliest.

 Maybe exploring some more would pay off. Then again, who knows. It may be worth it following him and getting a feel for the situation.