Klara entered the City of Reim. There was no attack, no major conflict, only loud cheers of excitement from a large colossal roman style building. Klara looked at it in the distance but she had no plans to venture closer. She had other things to do... first.
Klara wore a Black cloak with a hood. hanging from the side of the cloak was the top of her insectoid dungeon beast skull. Under her cloak her black tattered leotard with a red bandage wrapped around her right shoulder and leotard creating the appearance of a low cut dress. A black choker with a silver emblem locked the top of the bandage with a belt-like strap with a match larger emblem formed the "skirt" of the "dress." A black belt like band covered much of the girl's left thigh with a couple skinner black straps circling the girls right thigh. She wore a pair of long thin black gloves which extended up to her triceps. A sliver chain dangled from her neck. She did not have any other accessories due to not doing any hunting recently.
The first thing she had to do was find an inn. From there she was not sure what she was to do. By now, the wanderer would start making up takes about the place and used that as an excuse to visit different sites. She was not going to be one who told tall tales but also couldn't if she wanted too.
With her mind stuck in thought, she did not notice herself moving forward. The staff she used to hold her stuff hung off her shoulder though she was mindful of its weight. The last thing she wanted was for someone to try to take one of her treasures. Even then though, it was becoming harder to take in her surroundings. "I really miss that old lying man... Why couldn't he be truthful or better, keep traveling with her."
Klara wore a Black cloak with a hood. hanging from the side of the cloak was the top of her insectoid dungeon beast skull. Under her cloak her black tattered leotard with a red bandage wrapped around her right shoulder and leotard creating the appearance of a low cut dress. A black choker with a silver emblem locked the top of the bandage with a belt-like strap with a match larger emblem formed the "skirt" of the "dress." A black belt like band covered much of the girl's left thigh with a couple skinner black straps circling the girls right thigh. She wore a pair of long thin black gloves which extended up to her triceps. A sliver chain dangled from her neck. She did not have any other accessories due to not doing any hunting recently.
The first thing she had to do was find an inn. From there she was not sure what she was to do. By now, the wanderer would start making up takes about the place and used that as an excuse to visit different sites. She was not going to be one who told tall tales but also couldn't if she wanted too.
With her mind stuck in thought, she did not notice herself moving forward. The staff she used to hold her stuff hung off her shoulder though she was mindful of its weight. The last thing she wanted was for someone to try to take one of her treasures. Even then though, it was becoming harder to take in her surroundings. "I really miss that old lying man... Why couldn't he be truthful or better, keep traveling with her."