They travelled to Beetletun.

The Shire of Beetletun was on a similar scale to their previous stop, but instead of weapon-crafting, the nearby farmlands provided many crops to sell to the capital. Much of the population was either farmers, or simple tradesmen. Lito knew he wouldn't sell a lot of big ticket items, but it served as a great place to peddle wears that may take advantage of the townsfolk's disconnection from the bigger world.

The sun was making its way to the horizon when they arrived at the inn. Alora followed the asura inside and to the counter. It had been a long time since she had came to either of those towns, so her eyes scoped the room, which wasn't all that bustling considering the time. Perhaps there were other places to eat, and the inn was more for travellers.

"You in there? Hello?" Lito asked.

"Oh sorry. I was zoning out."

"I got a room. I'm going to head up and start calculating profits and all that. Feel free to do whatever you want in Beetletun, of course. Get whatever you want while you're here. You might not have heard me speaking with the gentleman, but I said to put anything you get on my tab." He tipped his hat. "So you're good?"

"I am. Thank you."

"Then I'll see you in a bit."

With that, he started up the stairs with his coin-filled golem behind him. Soon, Alora was left on her own, which she was relieved about. Finally she could just relax, and chat with the local townsfolk.

This town is really in the boonies, but maybe I'll find someone fun.

Firstly, she ordered a snack and a drink, which she quickly devoured. She didn't really care to look elegant and proper. In her mind, she was great either way, so why bother? When she was finally finished, she noticed a new patron making his way up to the far end, and he ordered some honey mead.

He was bald with dark skin, and rather tall. He has a stoic expression and was dressed to fight. Unfortunately for Alora, a tall man means a giant to her, as she was rather lacking in height.

"Hey. Why the long face?" Alora asked as she lifted slowly up from the ground--a faint blue hue surrounding her body. She brought herself down onto the counter top beside him--rear beneath her skirt pressing against the cold wood.

Looking surprised, the man raised an eyebrow.

"Hey. What are you doing?" barked the barkeep.

"I'm just trying to get some extra height, all right?" Alora snapped back. "Calm down! It isn't like the counter's all that clean to begin with. I'm probably making it cleaner, since I'm so pristine."

The barkeep shook his head and mumbled. "Whatever... Do whatever you want. Just get out of the way if you're bothering my customers."

Meanwhile, the tall man chuckled.

"Oh so you can smile," Alora said. "I thought you were going to be all brooding."

He sipped his drink. "Brooding? Well, I thought you'd stand on the floor, but I suppose you are rather tiny."

Alora pursed her lips. "I'm not tiny. You're just freakishly tall."

He shrugged.

"And a really shiny head," she added. "It's almost blinding me."

"Then stop staring."

She rolled her eyes, and once again glowed for a moment--drifting up into the air once more to stand back down on the floor. Though for a moment, her magically waving skirt gave the two men a glance at her cat-themed undergarments, but she didn't seem to notice.

"So I'm Alora, the powerful sorceress."

He nodded. "Jom. Mercenary."

"I didn't expect a mercenary to be so thin."

"I didn't expect a powerful sorceress to wear underwear with a cat on them."

Alora's face flushed pink, both in embarrassment and frustration. "You... Why would you peak?!"

"You wear such a short skirt yet you can float. What do you think was going to happen? It was practically in my face."

"It was not!" she snapped back.

Jom let her settle down for a moment. "All right all right. It wasn't. No need to get so Hot in the face."

As if she didn't even know she was doing it, Alora slid her feet out of her shoes and kicked them aside. Jom perked a brow once again, but decided to ignore it, as strange as it was to go barefoot in the middle of an inn. While doing so, she continued to speak.

"I wasn't getting hot in the face." Fortunately, her own words had no effect.