Joining her two comrades as they lefgt, Druid Girl would continue to happily nibble on her first loaf of bread. After they found a reasonably nice enough place to plop their butts down on, her nibbles turned into carnivore-like scarfing, and the first loaf vanished in a messy display of crumbs flying all over. Her second piece of bread was a darker, more chewy variety as opposed to the first, which had been a more traditional fluffy white bread. Nontheless, the second loaf stood no chance either, and was devoured by the hungering druid within a comedically short span of time. The last piece of her purchase was a baguette-like morsel, which faired no better than the two previous of its brethren.

After her snarfing and chewing and biting and munching was done, the caramel-skinned girl let out a content '[i]Aahn~[/i]'-noise, patting her - somehow still - flat stomach and smiling brightly as the sun. Upon hearing the Steppe Archer's comment about going to the river for a bath, she momentarily scratched an index-finger against her own cheek before replying.

"I'll need to go to my room at the inn and grab a fresh set of clothes first... These ones are in need of some good washing." She gestured to both her bandeau and the half-skirt-curtain around her hip, both which has stains and remnants of dried blood on them. "I'll catch up with you, so don't feel like you need to wait on me." She added, before rising, brushing herself off and then starting to lightly jog back towards the place she and Steppe Archer has stayed earlier.

It was a little after noon, but the weather was still very nice, with a shining sun and only some lazy, wispy clouds sailing around in the sky. Palsiade Town's streets were littered with townsfolk going to and fro, with street vendors and peformers trying to catch the attention of anyone who passed them by. The guards were out and about as well, half-heartedly patrolling and half-lazily stopping at food stalls to buy snacks or sweet drinks to take with them on their shift. No major drama or scenes were taking place, and all seemed peaceful and right witht he world.

Druid Girl would arrive at the inn fairly swiftly. Upon entering, she was immediately stopped by the inn keep, who charged her for not having thrown out her stuff while she was away. When she argued that she'd already paid for a week's stay in advance though, the portly fellow argued that such an agreement only held valid if she actually spent each night in the room. After much back and forth, the inn keeper eventually caved and gave up his little scheme of trying to squeeze the girl for more money. Triumphant, the nature-mage returned to her room, grabbed her spare set of clothes, shoved them into a bag, slung it over her shoulder and then headed bakc out.

She imagined that Big Red and Steppe Archer would go to the same spot as before, the one out of the east gate and then south a bit. So, that was the way she headed. Hoping to reunite with her compatriots at the riverbank, she whistled a merry tune as she gingerly half-skipped along the forest-path down to the river.