Meetra wandered around, enjoying the food. She thought it entirely possible she was close to unrecognizable just for not wearing her robe, though just in case, she'd added a small black mask to the suit she was wearing. She'd figured that if she was getting free money, she might as well spend it on something she could wear more than once, and for some reason, the shopkeeper had insisted that a formal suit was the way to go for a blonde elegant swordswoman type.

She was still a little curious how he'd figured out she was a swordswoman.

Regardless, shesampled the local fare and observed for the moment, occasionally chatting with a Pyro Jack as it handed out food or a human(-ish) local to get their thoughts on last week's events.