It's The Little Things That Make Us Change

Getting Dark

Delta slowly stepped out of the thick forest into the slightly darkened street. It was clearly more busy here, but luckily no one had noticed her so far. People were coming in and out of small stores. Some looked normal some looked grungy. Delta didn't particularly enjoy judging people by appearance, but she worried for her safety here and appearance is only what she had to go on. But she also learned that just because someone appeared to be well put together didn't mean they were good, and vice versa.
Delta crossed her arms and thought to herself.
"If I just look like I know where I'm going, and don't speak to anyone unless I absolutely have to, I'll be fine." It sounded so right in her head. But the problem was that Delta had no idea where to even start. She knew where everything was at home, but to be honest, she has only peeked at this side of the grove once in her life. She never needed to be here. She had to admit she always had a burning curio.sity but never had the time to relieve it.
She lowered her eyes and looked around. There were some women, but mostly men littering the streets. To her left there were what looked to be abandoned shops and what might have been a brothel since there were scantily clad women filtering in and out, among pirates, commoners, and marines.
"There's something all sorts of men can agree on I guess" Delta snickered.
She peered to her right and there was less going on, but oddly it was louder. Bars she assumed. But no grocery store in sight.
Delta tugged her arm and whimpered. She was coming to terms with the fact that she was going to have to ask someone or risk getting lost. But she didn't know how to trust her better judgement since there wasn't a better judgement...it was either bars among bars containing god knows what kind of people. Or there were rowdy men and prostitutes and what was beyond that, she didn't know.
"Well...maybe if I go to a bar, someone will be nice enough to let me spend the night if I tell them what's going on" Delta tried to reason. And the bars were closer to the forest. If she needed to run...the bar side seemed more ideal.
"Well...here we go..." Delta murmured and ran her fingers through her curly hair.

It was so hard to decide which one...She didn't want to just waltz in a bar, decide she doesn't like what she see's and leave. She hadn't had any trouble yet, but she didn't want to anger anyone.

"I hate this.." Delta whined to herself. She looked next to her and spotted one bar that was dark. It was open, but it was quiet. That could either be really good or really bad. Delta's heart beat quickened at the unknown. She didn't want to admit it but she was almost enjoying this. She decided to go for it.
Delta sniffed a little, adjusted her posture, lifted her head high and strolled in the swinging doors of the bar... and she stopped short and wished she hadn't.