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It was mostly a settled area, no monsters should pounce on her at this moment or really...anything but the light spring wind flow. Crossing her arms, Tear continued to stroll to Kaitzur Naval Port. Plus, it was surrounded by guards, was it not? Whilst walking to the area, she decided to stop by the Inn. Even with her blunt attitude, it was obvious that she did not want to continue on this assignment, her health and mental state once again, has been lacking. But, unable to actually feel anything, her real accomplishment (personal -- ) was to figure out what her brother, Van Grants, actually intends to do. He had the face of a genuine, kind human but within a couple of minutes, he'd strangle a hopeless stray kitten. 

Visibly cringing, she heard a voice come from the person in her presence, also known as the Inn cashier, person, well. What was the word for it? Just for now, she needed long hours of rest then pop up with the energy once again to fight, battle and prepare for the unexpected. "That will be 60 Gald." The cashier said, flickered hazel orbs flashing towards her own pair of eyes. 

Digging in her pockets, she found the right amount, tossing it on the table. Some spare gald from defeating the monsters in the woods, trading, selling her old weapons for more improved, nicer armament. That, along with quests that she's completed for local citizens. 60 wasn't bad at all, really. It was great that the Naval Port had an Inn, to be honest. "Thank you. Hope you enjoy your stay!" Hearing the jolly voice now distant, Tear sits upright on the bed, not noticing that there was a person across from her field of vision. Due to her lack of sleep, her vision was a bit foggy to know if it was any of her friends, an Oracle Knight...-- or just a stranger taking a break. "Ah. Excuse me?" A hand reached to gently rest on the person's shoulder.