“Lone wolf, huh?”

She mumbled. Her eyes switched back to what was in front of her as she thought about it. Marcel did look like the sort of person that liked being alone. He did try to leave her and he would have succeeded if not for her pushy nature. Perhaps he just had an antisocial vibe about him that everyone but her could sense. That or they had him confused with somebody else. Either one was better than pirate or marauder and since he gave her no reason to believe he was that sort of person, she was inclined to believe he just gave off a ‘do not bother me’ air.

Confident that she wasn’t conversing with someone affiliated with one of the two things she hated the most, she dropped the subject completely. Though, she had been so engrossed in her own thoughts that she had missed the marines approaching them. She looked to her side, surprised that Marcel was not at her side. She spun on her heel, spotted her companion just standing there, and was ready to urge him to follow her. That’s, until she saw the marines.

She quickly returned to his side. A confused look was apparent on her face. She had never been stopped by marines before and they hadn’t done anything wrong, so she was at a lost for why they were being confronted. She put a smile on her face. It was easier to simply ask rather than speculate. And so, with her usual fervor she said:

“What seems to be the problem?”

There was a long pause on Chasity’s part. As if she was unsure how she should react to the answer. Puzzled was probably what she looked like since that was how she felt, but it would give way to laughter. She thought there was something wrong, something crime related that would threaten the peace of Logue Town. She didn’t expect small talk. She had been raised to believe that the marines were very busy people since they fought to maintain the comfortable lifestyles people had become accustomed to. So, for her companion and herself to be approached by marines only to be asked about the carriage that had attempted to run her over earlier left her in tears.

“I did. I did.”

She managed to say. She was calming herself down. It had gotten painful to laugh so hard and it had been a miracle Chasity didn’t bend over. She was giggling now. Much better than her full blown laugher, quieter, and less painful. She thought they would stick around longer and enjoy a good conversation, but they excused themselves. She assumed duty called. She bided them a verbal farewell and waved as they walked away.

She looked up at Marcel with a big smile on her face. She nodded her head and skipped right beside Marcel. She was pretty excited right now for more than one reason. First off, she would be seeing her first tourist attraction ever. Second, she met a pretty nice fellow even if she forced him to accompany her. And thirdly, she got to interact with people who were in a position she wanted even if it was short. She was right to pick Logue Town as the first of many places she would visit.

“Look!”

Chasity exclaimed. She pointed her finger at a platform surrounded by a couple people. Tourist, she assumed since a resident wouldn’t be too interested by the execution site. She jogged closer, weaving herself through the crowd until she was right in front of the platform. There was a gleam in her eyes now.

“We found it!”

She shouted, bumping her left fist upwards. Without looking to see if Marcel was anywhere near her, she added.

"Aren't you glad I came now?"

One minute Chasity was amongst the crowd that surrounded the execution platform and the next she was about a foot in front of Marcel. She was leaning forward with her hands held behind her back and no doubt in Marcel’s personal space. Her face was probably just inches from him, but she did not mind and she never took into account rather or not her companion was big on personal space. She was interested in whatever he was drawing which she couldn’t really see given her position.

“Whatcha drawing?”

Chasity asked in a sing-song tone. She swayed and casted her gaze on the ground to the left of Marcel. She returned her attention back to him, only to break it immediately when she decided to plop herself right next to him. Again, she didn’t take into account personal space as she leant towards him to get a better look. His answer, if he hadn’t given it to her just yet, wouldn’t matter since she got a good idea of what he was doing, but she would accept a confirmation.

She crossed her legs and continued to stare, occasionally glancing at the platform. It was as if she was making sure he drew the picture right. She didn’t, truthfully have any comments to give since it looked good to her so far. She didn’t talk, just enjoyed him company since she felt their interaction was going to end soon. They had made it to their destination after all. She sort of had to find accommodations for herself anyways and she would not accomplish that if she had somebody to entertain her.

Perhaps she would see him again after this. It was a small world that they lived in after all.

"Neh. What else you doing?"

It didn't hurt to know his plans though.

Chasity could ask what sort of business Marcel was going to conduct in the South Blues. She wouldn’t though. It wasn’t that it was too personal or anything. Just that she had harassed him enough. She also needed to find a place to stay for a couple days. Talking would only decrease the amount of sunlight she had to burn. She could ask him another time. If they ever met again.

She planned on biding her farewells after he was done drawing. Chasity would leave early if he took to long. Or after she was done detailing her plans. Either one worked out for her. She did prefer the first one. Seeing his final work just appealed to her.

“Hm.”

She hummed. She tapped her finger on her chin and gazed at the sky. She gave off the impression that she was genuinely considering an answer to Marcel’s question. In truth, she already knew what she would say. There was no change in plans. Find an inn, get some dinner, and enjoy wacky adventures during her stay in Logue Town.

She did contemplate if she would throw in the next town she was visiting. She decided against it. Her eyes was switched to Marcel. She perked up just a little. A big smile replaced the thoughtful look that had been on her face.

“I gotta find a place to stay!”

She said with a little too much fervor. At least, too much for such a simple answer. It didn’t matter now. It wasn’t like she could rewind time and answer a little calmer. Marcel was probably use to her behavior by now anyways.

“Then I gonna eat food. And go see the beach!”

She paused for a second. And added:

“After you are done drawing.”

And wait she did. Chasity made some small talk with Marcel. She couldn’t keep her mouth shut for very long. When he was done. She bid him a farewell and expressed her desire to see him again. Unbeknownst to her, their next meeting held the potential of being hostile. That’s if she learned of his affiliation before then.

Exit.