[b]Clunk.[/b] Ashley had made it, she'd really made it. The steel streets of Omar. Renowned world wide for its artizan craftsmen, cheap ale and pretty women, although none of these interested Ashley much. Overworked, underpaid miners working in terrible conditions? There just had to be desperate patients just waiting for an experimental lung replacement. Ashley did an embarassing little jig in public, too excited by the posibilities of finally starting a project she's had on the backburner for atleast a year, and possibly because she was still delirious from exhaustion, to care. Ashley pulled out her timepiece, she'd made good time despite losing her coach ride. Ashley felt reinvigorated by her arrival and the opportunities that it afforded, but she needed a rest before she did any real work.

Ashley clomped down the street hunting down the busiest tavern, because the busiest one would surely be the best one when she happened apon a weird little Numanera shop. Initially, Ashley was drawn in by the possiblity of finding some bizarre item of intrigue that would help with her with her experimentation, but then she noticed the shopkeeper, who was quite the item of intrigue herself. Pale grey skin and unsual soul stealing, void black eyes? Where had she got those done? And the way she moved...That was the most intriguing. It was a shame she was already she was already caught up with somekind of evangelist, who Ashley was sure would find something about her to object too.

[color=violet]"I know you've got your hands full right now but you wouldn't mind if I had a quick poke around, would you miss?"[/color]