She wiped her sword, dusted her cloak, and bit on the bread on the table. There were crunching and munching sounds as she bit into the plain piece of bread on her hand. It wasn't much to be called an inn, but it provided them a place to stay for two days. Even though it has four rooms only, the place could still be considered a heaven for the weary travelers from the South.
She tied up her red hair and noticed that it already reached her waist. "It has gotten longer."
With that, she took out her sword and was about to cut it when...
"Noooooo!"
Larika stumbled on the floor as she ran towards Yllana and pull the sword away from her.
"Your beautiful hair! Don't you know that you are still a noble merchant's daughter? Noblewomen should wear their hair long!"
