CutePhoenix
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jan 11, 2009
Fran looked down into the bad of supplies she was carrying. As usual, when the group stopped in a new town, she was in charge of restocking the various things they needed. Foods, supplies, that type of stuff. As she walked, she was looking into the bag to go over everything, making sure she didn't forget anything. She'd rather not get back to the ship and have to come all the way back because she forgot something. Though, because of this, she wasn't really watching where she was going. She was aware of people around her, so she didn't run into anyone, but she didn't really notice that she had unintentionally entered, what some would call, the bad part of town. It looked just like the rest of the decent sized city, but the lecherous eyes already peering out of the shadows was a very key difference between the various section and social classes of the city.