The tavern girl sat crouched in the bushes, processing the information she had just heard announced, temporarily forgetting about her companion in the excitement. She felt a deep pang inside her, envying the blank page of adventure just waiting to be written in... but not by her. She would spend her days pouring drinks and avoiding stray hands while someone else would embark on such a quest. She sat hidden in the bushes, thousands of people she had never seen before streaming past, a few caught her eye, raising an eyebrow, but none who showed any recognition or desire to deviate from their duties. She felt more relaxed. No one here knows me she thought to herself, realizing she was probably drawing more attention to herself by sneaking around than if she just walked through the crowd. But she had worked in the tavern for so long, there was still a high risk of being recognized, especially since she was still adorned in her tavern attire. If only she had some kind of disguise, then she could walk freely among the crowd.