The gears work completely incorrectly in Cynthia's head.

"Oh jeez, swear words got 'move' too? Oh, fuck, sorry!... I mean, uhm... Cabbages?"

"No not that word, the one you said before! You said you wanted to haul a—"

"Psss!" says one of the old women, and the young girl shuts up.

"Lady, this 's a free Guild, ya shouldn' be upsettin' people like that," the man drawls.

Okay, 'haul' is now a swear word. Got it.

"Ummm... I've been at the bottom of a tunnel for like, a month at least? I'm sorry." She does a comically overdone bowing motion towards the room. "Literally just got back."

"Yeh weell that was a bad word even before that," the man shakes his head. "Whatcha posted there, anywhoo?"

SERIOUSLY?! I swear 'haul' wasn't a bad word...

"Uh, found a ruin with a door-thing. Needs opening. Yeah."

"Door thing? Artefact kinna thing?"

"It's a door. It's in the way of a ruin. I dunno if it's an artifact, I can't use that kind of magic. So, posting!" Weak smile. Hopefully people are less staring at her now.

Now only the man is looking at her, and the teenager sometimes glancing up from their book.

"Weell, Namia here might help ya," he says, inclining his head in the direction of the gaming women.

"Sure, sure. Thanks."

And with no wait for proper social etiquette, she walks away from this conversation and over to the gaming table and peers over the game.

The women completely ignore her. The young girl frowns something fierce at her.

Cynthia pouts at the young girl for a moment, then puts her face back to normal before speaking. "One of you is Namia?"

Both women raise a hand towards her, as if to say 'wait, we're busy,' and resume their game.

"Right..."

Cynthia decides to just flop on a nearby couch. She props her bag at one end, retrieves some food (having realized she hasn't eaten today), and then lies out and munches on some trail-rations of sorts. She'll waste some time doing nothing.

Eventually the man and the teenager will resume their conversation.

The game goes on.

Time passes...

Enough time to relax, enough time for Cynthia to realize she can just go out to some sort of restaurant then come back after dinner, of which they would have to stop for food and be unoccupied!

Cynthia gets up, packs her things, and leaves the Guild. Off to roaming the town looking around!

The people at the Guild look if anything relieved to see the back of her.

The town isn't very large, only barely enough to have its own Guild chapter (as well as a few of the other larger Guilds, too—the Historians and the Merchants are present, for instance). It has regular town things: bakeries, a few places that serve food, a smithy, etc. The people who recognise her from the stunt with the magic when she arrived—not very many of them, admittedly—still wrinkle their noses when they see her.

And as usual, Cynthia has no idea why they're staring at her. She just goes about her business.

Hopefully walking nearby a bakery, she thinks, will have something smell good waft out at her. An additional hope is the smell isn't that expensive. If nothing, walk inside a bakery. Something warm and fresh is the goal!

And lo, a bakery, smelling warm and fresh!

Hopefully this bakery has good customer service, for they are getting a visit from Cynthia.

As long as she's not rude or anything.

Alas, there is a difference between 'rude' and 'taboo'.

Cynthia walks in, and smiles as the smell of hot and fresh bakery food hits her nostrils. She walks up to the counter and to the person who will sell these delectables to her. "Smells greeaaaaat... Can I get one of those?" and she points to a little meat-pastry on the shelf, making a small dirt-finger to extend her point towards it via magic.

The person wrinkles their nose. "Please don't do that in my establishment. We're not that kind of place."

"Riiiight." She drops her hand and gets rid of the dirt-finger, frowning. Ohyeahohyeah. People are weird. Forgot. Try not to magic THAT much.

"Can I still get one?"

"Yes." They name a price. It is reasonably expensive for that sort of thing.

The increase in price is noted. Too bad the last time I tried to haggle I got shot out of a ballista.

She pays it anyways. It smells too good and though she might not have much money, her findings could make her much better off. Take it and head outside, it'd best be delicious!