He huffed and tossed the coin pouch at her feet before toddling away silently. Sighing softly, Asta snatched the thing up. Part of her wanted to push on and head up to the Palace of the Kings- the logical part acknowledged that while her horse had only been walking and a slow trot for the most part, the woman had spent the majority of two days in the saddle. Pair that with the brawl, and she was just about ready to collapse.

Standing still for a few moments, Asta zoned as she was prone too, staring at nothing in particular. It wasn't until she finally noticed a hand being tentatively waved in her face. Eyes snapping to the owner of said hand, she realized it was the Dunmer woman.

“Are you alright?” There was an obvious questioning tone to her voice- not pondering Asta's physical condition, but her mental health.

“Oh, yes, I'm fine. Sorry... Do they do that often?"

"What, threaten us in the streets while guards look the other way? Yes."

A frown etched itself into her forehead as the Dunmer woman wandered away, leaving Asta alone.

This story is clearly going at its own pace. I was wanting to get to more plot stuff, but I checked the word count and this is decent length; should not take me another month to get the next one out! I swear we're working towards things and stuff >.>