Issue 1 Downtime

It had seemed like a great idea from the safety of her tent and the tribe. Like an adventure, a trip into the exciting and curious world Sam came from. Now that they're actually approaching the town she only too clearly recalls that this is a place that Sam avoided as well and she didn't even have to hide wings and tail under a broad duster. The clothes she borrowed from Sam are weird and since she took off her face-paint she feels oddly naked despite the various layers of cloth. So she nervously follows behind Sam as they make their way into town.

Samantha herself seemed nervous with the fact that she wore her own face, and was dressed in reasonably feminine clothing as they made their way towards the saloon. Still, she tried to reassure her companion.

"It's going to be fine."

She appeared to be convincing herself as much as anyone.

She nods. Wondering if she should have borrowed the hat as well afterall.

"Your people just strange, not angry." Usually.

"We're just... we're going to go in there, and ask them to play us some music, and we're going to dance."

"And that normal here, yes?"

"...aye. It is."

...between a man and a woman.

"Good!" she smiles, looking at least somewhat relieved.

As much as she's looking forward to this, if any of these... I'll just...

She pushed through the doors of the saloon, looking around.