It was not often that Esperia found herself without an answer to a problem she faced. After all, having the knowledge of the world at her disposal, there was little she didn't know, but the aftermath of her spar with the leader of the Sentinel Syndicate and the destruction of Morrigan's staff led to a peculiar situation for Esperia. Robbed of its power, the silver-haired witch had decided to investigate trails of power for a worthy weapon that could allow her to reach, no even surpass the legend of the nine heroes someday. But then again, it was not exactly power that she sought, it was more the curiosity to discover how far she could grow, how much further she could traverse this path.

And yet at the same time the silence in her mind was both oddly comforting, and also lonely. No phantom voices to manipulate or guide her, now she was truly walking her own path.

And that path had led to yet another peculiar chain of events, which had now brought her to the Crimson Quarter inside the city of Hosenka.

Despite the fact Esperia was not one who often hid herself, it was on a rare occasion that she had a long cloak covering most of her features, not forgetting the fact that the dragonic scales and horns that adorned the sides of her face and neck were enough to make people cautious, and that wasn't even talking yet about the fact that her arms were bandaged from the elbow up to the hand.

Fortunately in this part of the city a cloaked traveler would not raise that much of an ruckus. Perhaps a curious glance or two, but as long as the hooded witch minded her own business, the citizen of this part of the city would do the same.

Nonetheless, no matter how much she tried to endure it, the throbbing sensations in her arms didn't fade away, in all honesty she felt odd... yes, that might had been a solid term to describe the sensation.

Arriving at a small plaza Esperia noticed a few benches were left unoccupied, a perfect spot for her to catch a breather, and so she decided to take a seat on one of them. Her breathing had at least stabilized, but she couldn't help but let out an annoyed groan of pain as she felt the scales on her arms shift: ever since the Elder Sage staff and that mysterious mirror merged with her arms, the influence of the dragonic entities' their lacrimas was expanding over her body, to the point that underneath her cloak her right arm had some hardened scales jab out from amidst the bandages, tearing small holes into it.

Maybe she should retreat to her personal dimension to rest and recover? Then again, it would take a bit longer before she could gain enough focus to open up a portal to her own realm. For now all she could do was wait, and hope that nobody was curious enough to check her out. Then again, everyone knew that rarely was the case.