Dahlia pulled the reigns on her horse, making him slow to a stop. She looked around, her eyes narrowed, as if it would help her see further. To her right, there were voices, and a ship had just docked. Many of the men were unloading cargo off of the boat, while others left and went into town. Parting the horse's neck and rubbing it encouragingly, she tapped his sides, making him begin walking. 

She let her eyes wander over the working men, what their cargo was... she was nosey. "Excuse me," she called out to any of them men that would respond. And she got a response alright. Whistles and derogatory remarks. "Yeah, thank you," she said with a roll of her eyes as she began moving forward again. "Pricks," She mumbled to herself. So, she continued in through the docks until an came upon the town. Without stopping, she walked through, her eyes searching for a place to grab a drink. A drink, drink. 

When she finally found it, she tied the horse up outside and walked in. Pulling her hood back, Dahlia' s eyes scanned the room. She took a deep breath and walked up to the bar. She plopped down in a seat and rested her elbows on the bar, burrying her face in her hands. Dahlia groaned softly before pulling her hands down and tapping on the bar. "Excuse me," she said with a warm smile, trying to get the bar man's attention. "A drink that's strong, and food that's warm. I'm not picky," she stated with a smile.