In front of the child, did the house stand bathing in the light of evening's peak. And the gray stone of the patio pushed gently against the toes of her feet, and the girl couldn't be happier. She was home. But why does she smell of a salty scent? The white-haired girl awoke from her dream when a large, fat hand shook her shoulder. She let out a small yelp at the sight of an obese, fur-clad swine man standing in a slight crouch in front of her, and not another moment did pass before the tiny drops of slobber leaking from between his lips soon rile her awake. Mavis almost pulled her arm back to let loose a fist to his face, had he not spoken to her and in doing so dispel any and all thoughts the lass had of harm. "'Ou've been sleeping here. Too long. Thank Jarr, that no one rob 'ou." the swine man spoke, the mustache on his face swaying with every word. It was a white, the same tint of greyish white of the fur that covered his body. Shaking off her daze, Mavis swallowed and came to. She was lying at the mouth of a narrow alleyway, resting against the body of a building. Apparently, it was the swine man's herbal shop. "The sea get to 'ou?" he asked again, helping our little heroine to her feet. Slightly flustered, Mavis thought about it for a while, but couldn't bring herself to provide a concrete answer. It's not that she's any bit of a stranger to the seaside air, but it did felt differently here. She paced out of the spot where she'd slept, and it took only a few steps for her to come into view of the parts of Monsha she was currently in. Parts of which, she knew not where. "That's day one then, spent losing my way..." said Mavis, rubbing at her temple. Opening her eyes, a feeling of awe swept over her when she tread closer to the water, and looked out to the Alraude Sea. The world was vast and beautiful; all the more reason she pitied herself. She knew the world in front of her now was not that which she needed, but Mavis couldn't help but feel a longing for it, and all its wonders. Mavis looked down at the tides of water upon stone, and turned around, back to the swine man, who held in hand her bag. Never before has the girl felt like such a mess. "Want a few herbs? Might help clear 'ou head." he asked, handing the girl her pelt bag, to which she uttered a modest word of thanks, glad that she didn't struck him in the face. "No, but thank you." Mavis replied. She dusted away the dirt that clung to her skirt. "Though I was wondering, sir. I... Well, I need to get to the marines' offices. Do you know how I could get there, from here?" she asked the swine man. Hopefully, yesterday's events wouldn't repeat themselves, and she'd actually get the hang of following the directions this time around. Of course, her situation was understandable. The sun had started setting, after all. She was confident that this time, the outcome would prove different. ---|--- Or... not. Mavis looked up to see the sun hanging from the highest peak in the sky, and wiped away the beads of sweat that littered her forehead. Despite having walked for only a little more than an hour now, she's already lost count of the all wrong turns she'd taken. "I'm sorry, kind sir..." Mavis thought back to the swine man herbalist, struggling through his thick dialect to put out the astoundingly detailed directions necessary for her to get to the marines' main offices. All of it gone to waste, the girl from Akrima wondered again, how she even managed to find her way to Monsha, the biggest port city in the land. Perhaps it wasn't too miraculous, and that the paths between there and here were simply straightforward. Or perhaps the roads of Monsha were too complex? To her, that was most probably the case, as she recalled seeing a written piece that was most unhelpful yesterday. It by no means tried to pass itself off as a map, though. Presumably, someone sketched it to give travelers like her a rough idea of how Monsha looked like. Letting out a sigh, Mavis simply stood in place at the moment, right in the middle of a junction, deciding to gather herself together before attempting anything else. It was all too new for her, the sights, smells, and sounds. Too new, in fact, that the thought of food only did cross her mind just now, as she looked to her left to see the junction that broke off into a bazaar street packed with all manner of people, moving from one stall to another. The girl looked strange, almost out of place, as she seemed to loom over the people in the streets, turning in one direction after another, a wary eye seemingly taking notice of anything of interest around her. The truth is she was hungry was all. From time to time she'd crane her neck and peer out through the crowds of people, trying to see if anything in the stalls could fascinate her enough. It was without doubt a major hotspot for those that passed through the port city, or are living in it. Various men and women shouted in common, advertising their wares. "Get yer talons here! Soul talons, soul talons! Be prepared ye for facing the adversaries not of this world!" "Please, come right up for some chopule fruit! You'd only find these on the western banks, now! Hauntingly sweet and tender, yet carries a good, juicy bite! Unlike any other fruit you've tasted before!" "Mantar tails, high quality mantar tails in toad oil! Calling all talented crafters and leather-workers! get them now, while they're still soft!"