[She comes to a fork in the road and wonders which path it would be most prudent to take. It's not as though she has any idea of where to turn next, this place is a maze of unfamiliar buildings, garbs and people and she suddenly feels very alone, surrounded by strangers and unarmed. What she wouldn't give for a knife or a broadsword.
She turns to look back the way she came and spies a curious looking youth appearing to watch her intently. Her brows draw together in a frown and she turns back around, slowly, and begins to walk again, more slowly this time, listening for the sound of footfall in case she is being followed.]
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She turns to look back the way she came and spies a curious looking youth appearing to watch her intently. Her brows draw together in a frown and she turns back around, slowly, and begins to walk again, more slowly this time, listening for the sound of footfall in case she is being followed.]