[h2][center][b][color=ed1c24]Novak[/color][/b][/center][/h2]
Novak awoke from what was fortunately an uneventful night, having slept fairly well considering how unfamiliar his surrounding were.  On the other hand, it wasn't like he could remember what constituted "familiar" to him.  He had ended up choosing to take up Enli's offer of lodging rather than join his companions with Lazirha's dwelling, which was already cramped enough.  It wasn't just Lazihra and Novak's two companions either- it seemed that Nobunaga and Misaki had joined up with some more of the goddess' chosen, specifically a cat-girl and an albino woman.  Just how many people did the goddess bring to this world, he wondered.

After dressing himself, Novak headed outside to see if his companions were up and about, and to look for the prospect of getting some breakfast.  Because he had turned down Bolcha's offer of payment, he himself had no money and for now would probably have to rely on Lazirha's hospitality to stay fed.  As he headed to Lazirha's home, however, he noticed the congregation that had formed at one end of the town.  Novak's curiosity got the best of him and he decided to first check it out.  It looked like a tent was set up, perhaps it was the trader that Lazirha mentioned.  Admittedly, Novak wouldn't exactly be able to buy anything, but he at least wanted to see what was going on, and what sort of things were on display.

The skillseeker trotted up to the tent, where several guards clad in foreign-looking armor- probably the merchant's hired guards- stood distinct from the crowd around them.  There were a few stalls, but Novak couldn't see what was being peddled.  He weaved through the congregation to get a closer look, but when he drew near, he was greeted by a most surprising sight.  The merchant peddling these goods appeared to be none other than the fox woman whom he had met yesterday, currently being addressed by the white-haired man from yesterday.

[color=ed1c24][i]So that's what she meant by "I'm a bit ahead of schedule,"[/i][/color] he thought.  At least, that's what it seemed like.  She seemed...different than yesterday, no longer reeking of alcohol or fish, no longer inebriated-looking, and...well it seemed rather odd to envision the fluffy-tailed thief from yesterday as a well-off merchant.  Perhaps he could ask Bolcha, he seemed to have been familiar with her.  For now, however, he'd content himself with quietly browsing the wares, curious to see if the fox-girl would recognize or acknowledge him.

[i][color=ed1c24]Did he ever see her yesterday, or did he leave before getting a peek into the shed?.[/color][/i]

[@Cu Chulainn][@Rune_Alchemist]