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The musician couldn't help but observe the tension in town, after managing to find herself a place for a coffee. She strummed lightly on a lyre as she meandered the streets. The guard seemed spread thin here. She'd seen that caravan leave town, accompanied by two who were definitely not guards in uniform. Was there a guild here?

Honestly, she was more interested in trying to find someone who could sell her a local instrument, but... err... she might actually be a little low on cash for that. Hnm. Maybe she'd better find that guild hall after all.

As if to cement her fears, she found an instrument shop. Passed by the large window, with an instrument she'd never seen before on display. She gasped, but the light in her eyes didn't last long when she saw the price tag. Yeeaah, it did seem a complicated thing, didn't it? Not simple to produce. She wondered how long it took to make one. Was it hand made? She'd be back to ask questions when she had the money.

She found herself singing softly as she meandered the town, strumming her lyre, "[color=ffbbFF]gotta make money~ for the thing I wanna baahh-iieee-aahh-iiee-aaiiee,[/color]" she followed with a giggle, "[color=ffbbFF]punk bands are so fun. Now, where's that guildhall...[/color]"