[color=silver]Orario did not disappoint as far as liveliness went. Even at such an early hour, the city was brimming with life - far more so than any place Ayame had ever seen. People of all shapes and sizes filled the streets, flowing through the city like a colorful stream. They left a melody in their wake, one comprised of chatter, clatter and the pitter-patter of people going about their day.

To many, Orario was no doubt an oasis of diversity and vigor. It certainly had been to Ayame, when she'd first arrived to the city. She'd slipped out of her carriage bright-eyed and hopeful, ready to embrace the inevitable fortune that would fall onto her lap once she set foot into the bustling city proper.

But that was half an hour ago.

"Can you not watch where you're going? The gods gifted you with eyes for a reason! ... Ack! You-- [i]must [/i]you sell fish out in the open? It reeks! Wait, it's-- [i]gods[/i], it's not the fish that reeks, it's[i] you![/i] Have you not heard of a bath!? This is [i]foul[/i]."

Ever so slowly, it had become clear to Ayame that Orario was no oasis. Nothing was ever still. It was never quiet. And no matter which way Ayame tried to turn, she never quite managed to avoid bumping into [i]someone[/i] the second she dared let her gaze wander. Worst of all, though she'd been wandering the streets for quite a while now, no one had yet to approach her with a promise of riches. What gave? She was supposed to be able to earn a fortune in this city, yet she couldn't recall the last time she'd felt quite this [i]unfortunate.[/i]

Did--- did someone touch her tail again?!

That was [i]it.[/i]

Ayame yanked her precious appendage and pressed it against her chest, stomping her way forth as quick as her clearly-not-made-to-stomp-on-cobblestone shoes would allow. She wasn't going to take this anymore. She may not have been the richest person alive any longer, but her performances and adoring fans had provided her with enough money to keep her appearance prim and proper enough to befit a lady. She deserved better than to wander some stuffy streets in search for--- for [i]something[/i] she couldn't even place a name on.

"Think," she mumbled to herself as she went. [i]Think[/i]. How exactly would one earn a fortune here? She'd heard of adventurers and a labyrinth, but--- but surely she wasn't expected to actually partake in hard labor to earn her keep? That was-- 

Oh, what was this [i]now?![/i]

A small crowd had gathered square in the middle of the street. Even when on her tiptoes, Ayame could only barely see why; from the looks of it, there was some sort of an argument going on. Over what, Ayame could not tell - nor give a care about. What she was concerned with was that these people were [i]in her way,[/i] and she was tired of having to be the one to constantly try and not bump into people. This time, she would absolutely, positively, [i]not [/i]budge. 

She shoved her way closer to the epicenter of the problem, then directed her words at the loudest members of both factions.

"Excuse me!" she shouted sharply, all her frustration over the day's events poured into her tone. She stood with one hand on her hip, the other still clutching to her tail. Its tip was twitching. "It would appear the lot of you are lost. If I'm not mistaken, the the livestock merchant is back that way," she pointed further along the road. "Perhaps you wild boars should go make his acquaintance. You look as though you need some domestication. This street is for [i]people [/i]to walk on, and you're making that [i]quite[/i] difficult. Please do take your bickering elsewhere."
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