[CENTER][color=f26522][h1]Foxfire[/h1][/color][/CENTER]

Foxfire easily finds a seat that is in the corner, so it would be harder for anyone to ambush her. She sits quietly, with her hood and scarf still up to hide her face. When the plump older woman approached her table, the monk's eyes softened towards her. 

She was one of the few kinder folk who lived here.

She placed a gold piece on the table and slid it to the older woman, and spoke lowly and almost quietly, "[color=f26522]....Anything hot's fine. Keep the change,[/color]"

Her tail swayed as she studied the older woman. Foxfire was somewhat hoping that she wouldn't be recognized.