Her legs ached as she hiked onward, the backpack shifting with both the weight of goods, and coin. While to some this would be annoying. To her it meant she had a good day. Her muzzle twisted into a smirk feeling the treasure on her back. The sign of her building fortune that she has worked tirelessly to maintain.

"This will fetch me quite a bargain back home."

Still. The slight ache in her back told her it was best to stop. Her red eyes scanned the trees, finding a good place to pitch her tent. Setting up her sleeping mat under the shade of the cloth roof. As she set down with a sigh. Her backpack near her, as she reached into it bringing out her banjo. Giving a few skillful strums. It wasn't as impressive the one she gave to the star tamer, no words of wisdom could be heard from it, but the strings played just fine. As she began to strum it softly quietly in the woods.