A high elven woman strides down the plank of the boat in step, avoiding the people who barged forwards just behind her. The calming wind provided a sense of peace within her. Of course, Olena would be wearing silk at the bazaar and not just the dress but a white scarf would also be draped around her shoulders. Peering around with narrowed eyes, she'd be looking for a stall selling literature. She'd lower her head to look into a black satchel that lay slung by her left arm, and to her dismay, everything appeared disorganized. "..You've ought to be kidding me, I might as well search for a new storing place while I'm here." Olena mentioned before returning her attention to the many stalls that resided by the path. The high elven woman continued taking small strides through the bazaar, narrowing her brows as she looked to the appearance of people in ragged attire, different colored patterns, almost like a quilt, and etc. She'd keep her mouth shut momentarily, only pausing in her walk as a well-dressed gentleman approached her. Meeting his smile with a weary one, she'd answer his inquiry. "I suppose... lovely would be a metaphor as to what I'm pondering about. Though, I'm looking for literature. And I don't mind whichever, for I also won't be speaking of the reason either." Olena included, wavering her finger as she stood towering over the man, "Oh, and I might just be looking for stalls that sell satchels of good material."
