As Sherry walked through the market district of Manster, she clutched her staff in her hands carefully. She knew her journey to Verdane to see Brother would be very dangerous, but she seemed more concerned for his safety than his own. Silly me. Here I am worrying about Brother and I have to cross two countries all alone. A cleric. I have no money to hire help either.
Sherry walked towards the gates of the city, hoping to hurry, and get to Conote by nightfall. Suddenly, 2 young boys, not even 10 years old, came up to her. "Hey! Lady! Got any food? We're mighty hungry. We'd really 'preciate it!"
Sherry apologized, but was able to spare a few pieces of gold. Her training in the convent had made it hard for her not to help those in need. The boys thanked her and ran off, the smaller one saying something while they were still within earshot of her. "She must be part of the Magi squad! No one ever helps the kids round here!" Sherry's mind clicked hearing these words. She knew how to get to Verdane safely. She hurried back into the city, looking for an inn.