Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150715181657/@comment-24123288-20150716101609

Zaydates eyes widened upon seeing her new armour laying there on the Market Stall. She grinned wickedly and dropped into a crouch, almost vanishing into thin air to most of the plebs in the city. Slowly and assuredly, Zaydate shuffled over.

Adrenaline flushed through her body, making her pulse pound and her heart race faster the closer she got. This is what she lived for.

Much better than Skooma, I swear.

She reached her hand out and hastily swiped the outfit, leaving the helmet out of respect.

...And because she hates helmets.

Zaydate rose back to standing after she was far enough away and in a secluded spot of the city. She got changed right there, in the shadow of the walls and stepped out, feeling satisfied. She checked her reflection in the river.

''Yup! I look damned good in this. Now...time for rest...''