[OOC: Pic in profile of Sirona’s new armour, the one change is that her arms are fully covered, you can’t see her flesh, unlike what the pic has.]

It was early morning and the marketplace was just starting to open fully for the day as the sun came up. Some stalls were already open and serving their first customers, whether that was breakfast or goods all was available to purchase. Within the slowly growing crowd of people at least one person was drawing a bit of extra attention and in a city of outcasts and refugees from all backgrounds that was something. It was most likely due to what they were wearing; a full suit of armour, complete with a face concealing mask.

The metal of the armour was a brush steel to help tamper down some of the shine it would otherwise have. Gold inlaid into the metal was a sharp but beautiful contrast to the stock metal colour the rest of the steel had to it. Leggings connected to the skirt of the armour leaving no skin showing whatsoever. The faceplate of the helm was just a face, but a feminine face that much was clear, and that was about the only clue as to who was wearing the armour. The figure hadn’t been seen in the city before, but had come in the night before, still in full armour, stayed a night in one of the inns and now this morning had appeared again wondering the markets.

The armoured being had bought some food however, but had taken it somewhere out of sight to eat before appearing in the market again. They slowly walked around, not bothering anyone, looking at the wares and the people, expressionless mask making it difficult for anyone to look at them for long when eye contact was made. At the moment the mystery figure was walking about an area of the market that was more fresh fruits and vegetables than anything, but there were some selling some of the rare and exotic plant life that was grown here.