[ there are plenty of displaced thedosians about the omega market today. solona has around 100 sovereigns, but so far no one will seem to accept them. gold pieces. solid gold. she has taken a break from trying to get information out of the wrong places. ]

[ the right places are probably more out-of-the-way, she reasons. if this had been the denerim market, she would have known how better to handle it. nothing to do then but to gain her bearings a.s.a.p. in order to change that around! she wanders around for some time, noticing more and more familiarly dressed humans among the colorful assortment of aliens. at least she's not alone. ]

[ her eye catches on a confused-looking older man, and immediately she is truck with some thing. empathy? sympathy? or both. solona adjusts the weight of her weapons by rolling her shoulders and crosses the distance until she is standing close enough to talk. she tilts her head to one side, as if to peek at his face. ]

It's a lot to take in, isn't it? I feel like a dull patch of seaweed amidst a sea of colorful fish.

[ she gives him a smile. ] I'm sure this is merely a hurdle.

We shall become accustomed to all this ruckus and cleanliness in no time.