[ Natsuki looks incredibly uncomfortable in a tavern environment, but she couldn't find anywhere else that sold food. She sits at a table by herself, glowering at anyone who dares approach her table with any sort of interest. The only person who gets a slightly less hostile reaction is the barkeeper, who slides her a plate of food and a cup of ...

She brings the tankard to her face, taking a whiff of the ale inside. And ... she wrinkles her nose in disgust. ]

Eugh.

[ She's been wandering around the market -- not like she really has much money to buy anything, but what else does she have to do? But the more she looks around the more desolate and dreary this place is.

They don't even have a place to buy proper baking supplies!

She sits on a bench sojmewhere a little out of the way of the main market, looking as pouty as ever as she mutters to herself. ]

This place sucks.