A town square full of strangers. Not local strangers, but visitors as Brisa was — ugh, this place was going to be so crowded. Priority one after defeating the magikarp, find a home that was a little more out of the way. Actually, it would likely be critically important to get some reconnaissance done, and to acquaint herself with her allies and the local amenities, and secure some supplies... perhaps solitude would have to wait.
She glanced about, orienting herself, scanning for threats. The magikarp was not yet in sight, at least. There would be time to prepare.
Then she saw the zangoose hurl the poochyena at the... prismoid entity. Her comrades in arms! Oh, she was going to have to work so very hard.
There was a lot of conversation. She tried to raise the suggestion of going about collecting abandoned combat items, performing some scouting, sparring and coordination training... but couldn't bring herself to shout over the hubbub. Not sure if anyone had heard her, she lashed her tail irritably and scented for useful resources. Mostly she got the smell of fearful townsfolk and excitable newcomers.
What had she got herself into?