Penny set the book down and rummaged through her bag, pushing past a canteen, a towel, a woefully underused bottle of sunscreen, and a few old hard bitten paperbacks to try and find where her wallet had settled at. As she did she listened to he bearded man sell this board game to his other prospective customer. Boy, could that guy talk. It was like a lecture on the finer points of leading an army and how best to use your soldiers skills to your advantage. It reminded her of the way her Sensei talked, taking the stress out of conversation by making it so she was really only a bit part in the conversation. It was comforting, she felt like she could get along with this guy. He was just getting to the part about the Diamond Duke of Dorn and his ability to block off four whole spaces with an impassible wall when she finally found her wallet and pulled out two tens from it. "Uhhhhh, can I get a copy of that game to?"

Penny didn't know why she'd bought it, and if she'd known how big it was she probably wouldn't have. She walked away with the book of [i]Otterholt Legends[/i] tucked safely in her bag and a long tower like box under her other arm, feeling awfully conspicuous and not a little bit stupid for spending over twenty bucks on something "Fun for up to [u]Twelve Players[/u]." This was the travel version too, the home game apparently came with a miniature 3D printer so you could scan any knight cards you drew and get a little miniature to play with. She at least fully understood why she'd wanted the book, especially after he'd mentioned it covered the old living graffiti rumors. She'd been interested in that stuff ever since she'd seen an [i]Insight Unknown[/i] episode about a pizza guy that claimed he'd been hunted by a giant centipede which had pulled itself right off a wall. If she had to guess what had drawn her to the game if was the idea of drawing Knights that could reliably do their jobs. Maybe she could convince mom and dad that playing this was also a way to develop her Kingly attributes.

As she turned to head back to the hotel she noticed the steps leading down the beach had been gummed up a little with tourists of all shapes and sizes, looking at something with a sort of nervous herd energy that was infectious even from here. That was probably none of her business. Probably.

She checked anyway, stepping around the side of the group and placing her box on one of the wooden guardrail's designed to discourage people from climbing all over the dunes before hopping up and sitting beside it. She could see the cause of the congestion from here, a dude built like a bear with features chiseled from solid stone was helping up some girl. Not wanting to be thought of as some gawker she cast her eyes down the beach, past the girl getting chewed out by a woman that screamed "teacher" from stance alone and the volleyball bros, all the way down to the children gathered excitedly by the shore. From where she was the people noise on the beach practically blended together into one tone, joining up with the wind and waves to become just another sound. 

"Hmmm. This spot's not bad." She said. Then the girl that the teacher was scolding started speaking, the occasional word rising out of the mire to be distinctly human through the power of her voice. "'Cept for her."