Ashan 82nd, 719
Yaralon was an interesting place she wasn't entirely sure what to make of yet. It was a city made out those who were born and raised to fight. She hadn't seen a single person is all of the city who wasn't versed in combat. Everyone more weapons and everyone acted like they carved out a spot in the city for themselves. Etzos was a city that was always prepared to be on the brink of war. This though? This was something different entirely. She had a feeling she knew some people personally who wouldn't last a day in a city like this. She wasn't even confident enough to say she was. There was a constant nagging fear in the back of her mind that left her thinking maybe, just maybe, she was out of her element and eventually someone was going to come along and hand her ass to her.
It was a valid fear to have in a city like this!
Right now the woman was wandering around, trying to get an idea for the streets. She'd actually managed to find a place to stay the other day that was easily within her price range (most things at this point were) and as such she'd left her wing armor there. For now, she just had her talon boots and her sword, which was far less than most of the other people around her had. Some looked extravagantly powerful and she felt small being in the same area as some of these mercenaries.
It was imposer syndrome all over again. She wasn't good enough, she really wasn't. She never really understood why or how people ended up having faith in her, but most of the time she really felt like it went unfounded. Standing here and now surrounded by people who looked and seemed better than herself, she didn't feel good enough anymore. It scared her so badly.
Perhaps she shouldn't have come. It wasn't too late to turn back. She did make sure to bring her portal books with her so that she could flee back to Etzos immediately should the need arise. She'd found them during her trip to Scalvoris and they'd come in handy when it came time for her to return. She'd brought them along with her, just in case. Hopeful that she wouldn't need them but ever the realist. She really hoped nothing would go wrong...
"Common"
"Ith'ession"