Somewhat relieved to have a guide through this busy market city and to have some cover if needed, Hanjaro dropped the bag of money at her feet.

[color=tan]"Take it. You'll need money to buy food,"[/color] he said. Though it sounded blunt, he meant it in a nice way. She did look somewhat thinner than a girl of her age should look and she possessed a somewhat dishevelled look.

[color=tan]"I'm looking for a merchant who frequently wears wolf skin garments. I'll wait for you at the bottom of the ladder,"[/color] he informed the young lady, as he attached his double sided spear to a clip on his back and slung the bag over his back. He slowly descended the ladder, keeping his eyes on the girl, there's was something strange about her, the feeling like she was never alone surrounded her and she seemed... detached from the rest of the world.