Pharron couldn't completely remember why she was here. Palenski had said something vague about supplies before rushing her away from camp, and while this town was the perfect place for supplies, she had no idea which kinds were needed.
She glanced around. It probably would have been a good idea to go back and clarify with Palenski, find out exactly what he was talking about, but that wasn't really Pharron's way of doing things. She wasn't one for questions.
There was a street performer across the road. Pharron glanced down at the gray pouch she was holding, heavy with KS, then up at the performer.
"Excuse me," she called out, moving toward him. "May I join you?"