It was a sunny day, rather warm still, despite the summer approaching its end. Almyra stepped off the train to Hargeon. This city as well, it seemed, had been attacked by the Priory of the Worm, and was heavily damaged, just like Magnolia, and Almyra herself. Carefully with her crutch, she stepped off of the train. Her leg was still the worse for wear, her arm was still in a sling, and her jaw still wired shut in order to heal, but she still bore a small smile on her face. She was injured, sure, but happy and doing well, given what she had been through. She began hobbling along, looking for a place to stay the night, since it was late. She would look into finding the money to book passage to Desierto in the morning, though in the meantime she was hungry. She needed food, yet had spent the last of her money on the train ticket to Hargeon. She wandered the streets now, looking for some scraps of food that she could grind up and mix with water in order to eat. She was still happy, though, excited to be returning home soon. Her injuries didn't bother her much, they were more of a way for her to be creative in how she fed herself. It was like a puzzle, though her lack of ability to open her mouth did upset her in one way: She could no longer nibble on things; a common habit of hers. Perhaps her sister could remove the anchors in her jaw and heal her, or someone else could do that here maybe.
The small woman went along, picking out food from the trash and going to find water to mix it with to soften it enough to drink. The food seemed clean enough, though any passerby would clearly see it had been picked out of the trash and was half-eaten.
The small woman went along, picking out food from the trash and going to find water to mix it with to soften it enough to drink. The food seemed clean enough, though any passerby would clearly see it had been picked out of the trash and was half-eaten.