Spur of the Moment?

[Muzix]

The crowd dispersed to go about their daily routine, some sneaking glances over their shoulders to have just one last look at the woman before they rounded a corner.

The woman sighed and had a seat on the ground, leaning back to rest against the fountain's side. Beads of water that splashed up dotted her hair like rhinestones, reflecting the light of the sun as she sat there, legs outstretched while she rested.

A few moments passed like the clouds overhead before she sat up, pulling the beret on the ground to her. People had tossed the zeny contributions into it, so she started counting, albeit slow. Every piece counted and she wanted to make sure her calculation was correct.

Eh, 250z wasn't too terrible. The woman wondered if there was an inn nearby that wasn't falling to pieces that would accept the amount for one night. She'd have to try harder tomorrow to rake in a better profit.