On top of a rooftop somewhere in the city, Serena sat there, leaning against a chimney stack with her hood down. She would often do this when she wanted to be alone between tasks, often coming up to watch the people in the market square go about their business. She generally avoided going down into the square itself, partly out of seeing the whole thing as a way of practising her free-running skills, and partly because she stood out like a sore thumb; even ignoring her typical manner of dress, silver hair and purple eyes was something clearly uncommon in humans, if not outright unique.

With a sigh, she stood up and threw her hood back on, before walking along the top of the roof to the end. She took in the sights, and began plotting her way back to the guild. Maybe there was new work for her there. Then she jumped to the next roof along, and started to run.