Not many minutes had passed, and Soph had filled herself. She was standing in the middle of the room, drawing on the sandy floor with her finger. She drew a castle, and first time was a charm. It was clear she was questioning if there was one around.

The woman looked at her with a frightened curiosity at what Sophilia was wanting to know. But soon, she was there by Sophie, drawing in the sand. In just a few moments, the woman had drawn more of a palace, and a map to get there. Soph studied it. Easy, the palace wasn't far from here. She stood and smiled happily.

The boy was already attacking her legs in a hug. She bid them farewell, bowed her thanks, and exited the home. Would all of the beings here be so kind? Sure why not? Sophia had lots of faith in people, or beings in general. There was good and kindness even in the deepest depths of the most wretched, she was sure of it.

Sophia headed through the alley to the exit, pulling the hood low. She pulled a scarf from her bag that was hung across her body on the outside of her cape, and proceeded to wrap it around her mouth and nose under the hood. With that, she exited the alley, the colorful scarf the only thing out of place now, and her sandals, which were only visible with each step she took.

She made her way towards the palace without incident. Not much later, she could see it there ahead, just on the other side of the market place. She loved markets. Sophie strolled, looking at the clothes, jewelry and foods of this dimension. Nothing looked too shiny or expensive, nothing seemed like rare artifact. Darn. She hoped to have better luck at the palace. Sophilia continued, strolling along unnoticed by the creatures of this land as she peered into tents and over carts of goods.