[color=9e0b0f][b]"Hello!? HEEEELLLLOOOO!?"[/b][/color] Scouti called out with to avail. Kicking an empty tin can she listened to the tell-tell ping of the metal and calmed her self with a few deep breaths.

While most of her destinations were merely a coincidental stop made on her unguided journey, this one had been purposeful. She had recently dealt with a trader speaking of a massive port complex. Here surely she could find an allomantic metallurgist to replenish her stores and hopefully find a new metal. However this trader was in for an earful the next time she found him, not a soul could be found in the place. She paced forward catching her reflection in a plane of glass.

Her hair was still a strange purple from the nircosil she tried burning a month back. Her almond shaped eyes narrowed as she remembered the cramps of sickness and the strange dreams. Her banded leather outfit creaked ever so lightly before the oils caused them to slide in place. The four clawed emblem of her former mercenary company the Redwolds was clearly marked on her chest. Her gloved hand checked her throwing knives to make sure they where in place and patted the vails that contained the source of most of her powers, little metal flakes floating in distilled water. It might have seemed underwhelming, but she was after all an Allomancer able to draw powers from ingesting metal.

Taking a small vial she popped the cork top and drained the contents. It took only a few moments before she felt the heat of the metal in her stomach. A slight grin crossed her face, this was the heat of the metal reserves slowly burning as her powers clicked into place like a warm safety blanket. Picking the right metal she began a slow burn on the tin in her stomach. The effects were instant.

The cool air blowing over the water fitting her face felt as if it had dropped a few degrees as the feel of leather on her skin became more noticeable. Her sight sharpened as the container numbers from one hundred yards came clearly into view, the flicker of a strange flameless lamp caught her attention that she hadn't noticed before. The salt and stale taste of fish filled her mouth as she spat to the ground. Turning her ear she listened as the wind blew through a few of the shipping containers.

She huffed again.

[i][color=9e0b0f]'Where the hell was everyone? Even drunks and vagrants make some noise'[/color][/i] she thought.

Something wasn't right here. Time to find out what. She hooked her thumbs into her steel chain belt and walked on, careful to ensure her new enhanced senses were prepped.