The markets always attracted hoards of people who would crowd amongst themselves as soon as the morrow drew its first sunrise. They would bargain with the merchants to give up their coins for better prices, goods were shipped all the way from the high seas and the temperament of trades gloated around as they load and unload their galleons. The stalwart process of give and take was busy as ever and everyone lined up to keep it going, every day, even on that morning, when a stranger with silver hair gathered herself a crowd of stares as she passed by the stands.
Her face was a new and foreign one and people whispered among themselves as she meandered through the streets. But, they did not stir from fear, rather, people liked to stare at odd, shiny things from afar and she was no different. The young woman did not want to acknowledge whatever they found interesting on his features, be it her clothes or how she had a dark cloth wrapped around her eyes, and he simply busied himself with his daily morning routine of checking the quest board.
A couple of Fiore wizards gathered in front of the wooden structure, some arguing over others to declare which quest they would rather pick and while the rest quickly selected their sheets of quests and scuttled away back to their teams. Using her petite figure as an advantage, she slipped between the mages and settled by the front of the quest board. Sapphire hues scanned over the lines written on the brittle sheets of yellow paper that were pinned up against the board as she struggled to decide which sort of mission she would like to undertake.
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