Dahlia and Cain approach the umpteenth establishment for the day. They are only doing something as innocent as looking for a job for him but her mood gets blacker and blacker. Each establishment they had tried to offer his aid had vehemently turned him down, and all as soon as they spy her behind him. Some had even gone as far as making the sign to ward off a bad omen and others had salted their wake. They are a barbaric, close-minded lot and her patience for this routine is fast wearing thin.
Cain, on the other hand could not possibly be in a better mood and he walks beside her with a spring in his steps and his eyes shining brightly as he takes in the strange people around them. Apparently, shirts are entirely optional for the men in this little village and she has gotten more of a fill
