I stride down the streets of Harbor Town in search of proper lodgings. A tavern won't do...to expensive, & I'd hate to have to use my dagger on the men who'd see me as an easy mark. I feel the bottom on my nearly empty purse & the couple of coins jangle against each other mornfully. It appears I'll have to wait and see what fate might bring to me.

I flop down into a dark doorway and pull my hat down in front of my face and lean against the door frame. Anyone passing by would see me as sleeping. Instead, I keep an eagle eye out for any good and possible marks with heavy purses and intoxicated eyes.