Scene: Denerim
Who: Maughlei Ailemer, anyone else who wishes to come into contact Where: Denerim When: 9:45 Dragon, mid morning Summary: Maughlei arrives in Denerim, unsure of what her plans are. Rating: T, just in case.
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Maughlei was greatly relieved to have finally made it to Denerim. Her muscles were sore, and her clothes smelled of horse. Before she had departed her camp this morning, she had put away her pretty gowns and opted instead for her modest armor. No doubt she was bound to come across paupers, and even though her heart went out to them, she was no longer in any position to be generous. She had decided to avoid the encounter if she could.
So, after handing her reigns off to the stable boy along with a few silver, Maughlei stepped inside the gates of the capital.
It was everything that she remembered: the muddy streets from a recent rainfall, the smell of wet dog, the shouting from the merchants, and the endless bustle that inevitably came with a burgeoning metropolis.
Even through her awe, Maughlei was very aware that she looked every part the tourist despite her attempts to mask it. With no more ties to nobility due to a very hostile ex-mother-in-law, the coin in her purse was all she had. And right now, her stomach reminded her, some of that coin was going to be devoted to food. Then most certainly a bath.