[foxotanashi]

Donnie watched a few people trail by walking. This place reminded him of what he would read in books or watch on T.V. The horse and carriage, the few old cars that only the wealthy had, the poverty yet nice places. The people walking almost always looked at Amelia and Donnie with odd, questioning looks on their faces. They really needed to fit in here or they were going to be quested a whole lot which wasn't good.

"How strict are you on... not so nice deeds?" Donnie asked Amelia. When he was younger he had acquired a trait or two that would be useful in obtaining money when there wasn't much to be done. "I can pick pocket these, 'chaps', as I believe they would say,"

Donnie hadn't knew Amelia too long, but he wasn't sure on her standing point on everything. She was nice and shy, smart, and more. Stealing would be the quickest way to get some money to hopefully get some clothes that would disguise them some and maybe a place to stay for the night until they figured out what was going to happen next.