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[color=7ea7d8]Time: Morning[/color]
[color=7ea7d8]Location: Roshmi[/color]
[color=7ea7d8]Interactions: [@Helo]-Bowyn[/color]

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[center][color=7ea7d8][h3]Week Summary[/h3][/color][/center]

The next week had gone a lot smoother than Torvi had expected it to and she was quite grateful for it. Neither pried into the others past and it seemed like there was just an unspoken thing between them that they wouldn’t unless it was absolutely necessary. She actually found herself enjoying the company of Bowyn and even Boreas which she had begun to view more as a person than an animal. She’d even caught him eyeing the ornaments in her hair and decided to be kind and gifted him one. She definitely wouldn’t miss it and it seemed to make him quite happy. She was quite amused the next day when he brought her a squirrel, but she thanked him and prepared it to eat.

Training her magic was much more difficult than she thought it would be. Bowyn tried to help as much as he could and she did listen to everything he said, taking it to heart. It was harder for her to tap into those gentler emotions to gain control over things, finding it way easier to use the stronger emotions just like when she fought. He was right, though, and the magic tended to be quite a bit more unpredictable. She just kept telling herself she would eventually get it.

Another thing she found she wasn’t entirely skilled at was stealing, unlike Bowyn who seemed to be a master at it in her eyes. She definitely tried her best and was successful only once or twice, the other couple times she was caught yet was exceptionally well at playing it off as if the item had fallen off the stand and she was being a good person by picking it up. That was when they decided perhaps she was better suited at distracting the merchants while Bowyn stole what they needed. She did still try her hand at stealing, though, just in case she ever found herself in a situation without Bowyn and needed to steal something.

The trip on the Amora was not something Torvi was fond of. She actually had found herself becoming ill and even vomited once before she decided to sit in a corner with her eyes closed. She couldn’t understand how people enjoyed being this high up as all she could think about was how awful it would be if they fell. It made her heart race and that was probably what made her sick. She was happy when they finally landed.

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[center][color=7ea7d8][h3]Present[/h3][/color][/center]

Roshmi was by far the largest city Torvi had ever seen in her whole life. In fact it was probably the most people she’d ever seen in her whole life and she wasn’t really a fan. She, like Bowyn, wasn’t fond of the climate as she’d always preferred winter time and the cold. Mix the climate with the clusters of people and Torvi was finding it a bit stuffy and hard to breathe. She was also a bit paranoid of people pickpocketing her, realizing after spending a week with the thief Bowyn that this was the perfect scenario for that. So her facial expression was definitely not the friendliest and some people even began trying to avoid walking near her.

She glanced over to Bowyn as he spoke, chuckling a bit at his obvious distaste for this place. She was glad that they had “found” themselves new clothes because if she were still in her furs she was pretty sure she would be dying. It seemed like she was to be the one that made the decision on getting a drink and if she were being honest it was an easy decision. [color=7ea7d8]”I’m sorry Boreas, but I have to agree with Bowyn. I need to get off these crowded streets for a bit and calm my nerves with a drink.”[/color] She said, apologizing to the bird for encouraging foolish behaviour. She definitely enjoyed a good drink and even enjoyed the impressed looks when she drank some men under the table. She’d even beaten a man at an arm wrestling match back in the moon elf villages after having a few drinks and that was the type of revelry she needed right then.

[color=7ea7d8]”Perhaps over there? It looks like their an inn as well so maybe we could get a room at the same time.”[/color] She suggested, pointing to a place called The Leaky Tap Tavern & Inn. It wasn’t the most reputable looking establishment, but it at least looked clean and people were in and out of there quite a bit.