It didn't stand out much from the other small towns and villages Velour had passed in her traveling. Although she could admit she was running low on necessary supplies. Guess it was time to stock up. Maybe even find a few odd jobs around the town to pass the days and make more coin. Where else better to start looking than the town's local resting stop. It didn't take much talking and basic searching to seek out Oak's Swineherd Pub, a bustling grounds for the town's drunks and rabble rousers. Perfect.
Eyes turned over toward the strange girl in the doorway, her stiff, strong stride across to an empty stool, her lazy gaze at the bartender. She said,"You have milk.. right?" and raises two digits.
"Ma'am, might I interest you in anything err.. stronger?"
"No, that'll do."
A few low snickers rose from those in the back, but it didn't rouse her in the slightest. Two cold glasses were presented in front of her, and she savored the creamy, cold liquid pouring down her throat. So much better than water for weeks.