Steppe Archer happily took half of her offered apple, munching it with gusto to the point that she seriously looked ready to eat the core as well. Thankfully however she didn't. The smell of the Salty Pork Inn was...wonderful, to say the least. It reminded her a lot of the smoking tents that her tribe used to preserve meats, which caused her partially filled stomach to feel empty all over again, wishing she could tear into some meat and delight in the taste of cooked food. 

Her eyes were fixed on the plate and bread, the druid girls head nodding fast enough that it looked like she was liable to break her neck. [color=CC6633][b]"I-I'll take some Day-Old bread and cold ham sir! If there's any left. Um...my druid friend there said I could share her room with her...would that be okay? I could split paying for it with her,"[/b][/color] the nomad girl said, not quite accustomed to sleeping in an inn. Digging through her coin purse, Steppe Archer would get out the necessary coinage, figuring that she could forage for her own breakfast come morning, or buy some herself with the money from the night patrol that they'd yet to receive. She was thankful that the stable fee was weekly, but she knew she had to get more money...otherwise, she'd have to leave town with Torchfire. Things were so much harder when money got involved...she missed the bartering ways of her tribe. It was so simple...a newly made knife for a pelt, a fresh boar kill for a coat, and medicinal herbs for spices.

Why was civilization so COMPLICATED?