Eshima traveled to Chrana by foot, often cutting through places without paths to reduce her journey. Once finally on the final stretch, the gate in sight, the tall woman settled into an amble, making her way to the guards. Before getting within earshot, Eshima pulled a couple twigs and leaves from her hair and adjusted her rifle and mace to leave them a bit more comfortable. Then, she chatted with the guards amiably, getting entrance without a stir. Once inside, the city's hustle and bustle hit her, causing her to almost feel crushed by the weighty commotion. She was used to smaller cities and towns rather than something this metropolitan.

To escape the cluster of entering merchants, wanderers, and citizens, she made her way to the bazaar, not realizing it would increase in volume. It was slightly less chaotic as people filtered about between and along stalls, giving her just enough room to squeeze in the middle. Some people looked up at her in awe given she was over eight feet tall and had a very distinct appearance. A few stared at her in disgust, prompting her to change her gait to more of a swagger, showing them that she didn't care that they disliked her. This swagger continued as she entered and crossed the common area of the guildhall despite the seemingly impossible increase in commotion.

She almost made it to the door without incident, but a couple men accosted her. Both were drunk, and both had weird ideas of her reason for being there. The first slurred words out of their mouths were, "Oy! You sleepin' wit us tonight whether ya wan to or not." With a sigh, she narrowed her eyes at the two men attempting to drag her off for their own pleasure. The first man to grab at her was met with a swift left cross to the nose. A sickening crunch and gushing spray of blood later and the man lay unconscious on the ground. The second man decided to get rougher and clamped onto her arm. She used the opening to grab the extended arm, her free hand grabbing his limp unused arm. With a forceful roar, she swung him bodily, using the nearby wall as a proper place to slam his entire body into. At least three cracks rang out and the hand lost its grip on Eshima's arm. She dropped him into a bloodied heap consisting of drunken pain and more than a few broken bones. She dusted her hands off, then her clothes. [color=00a99d]"If every guy treats women like that, I won't get bored at least."[/color]

The others, even the drunker ones, decided it best to not accost the half-oni after the spectacle. There was a localized hush as a couple of friends of the knocked out men dragged them off, probably to a healer given the damage she inflicted on them. Eshima didn't care what they did with the perverted would be abusers and entered the hall. Inside, she saw a dapper man returning to the counter as some sort of wolfgirl started to talk to him. Eshima smiled and walked up behind the girl, waiting her turn patiently. While she waited, she began to scan the inside of the guildhall, looking for any sign of the job she planned to join.