Sharon sat at the side of the Hero's Monument, curled up into a ball of nerves with her knees held up to her chest. Her eyes showed signs of wear, as she had light bags underneath. She was quietly humming to herself as she noticed a young man approach the monument, and watched him from the side, not sure if she should make her presence known or if she should just stare at him awkwardly from behind the side of the monument. Deciding that it would be best to further examine him, she backed up quietly so as to not be so close to the corner and observed quietly. The book she had at her side was moved so that she wouldn't kneel on it and ruin the binding. That was a quality book, it'd be rude to ruin it in such a selfish fashion. Her hand almost instinctively touched her dagger, although she knew that she'd have almost no reason to use it on him. He was a hero, right? Calming herself slightly, she lowered her arm from her side, placing it on the ground lightly to help her transition into a crouch. This plan of quiet sneaking was foiled rather quickly by her own hand. She felt as though something was crawling along her thigh and squealed slightly as she turned her head to see a rather large lizard stalking across her leg and lost her balance, falling from the crouch and to the ground with a slightly audible "thud." [i]Good job Sharon. Good job.[/i]