[b]Cynthia[/b]

Cynthia had been perched on the roof of the Vyper's guild hall for most of the morning, watching the comings and goings of the city. Things were so much different here than in the outskirts, and she was fascinated by how many people there were everywhere. She was broken out of her daydreams by someone strange coming into view. He was still a long ways off, and most people wouldn't be able to make out much more than a dark shape, but Cynthia's eyes were far better than most people's. Blinking a few times, she watched the man with his sword and his bag all the way up until he approached the guild. He was a mage, that's for sure, and not a regular one. She continued watching him until he passed out of sight beyond the lip of the roof.

"I wonder who he is." She muttered to herself, standing up and taking a running leap off the roof. About halfway to the ground, she sprouted her wings and slowed her fall, coming to a light landing behind where the man was standing.

"Um, excuse me?" She said, trying to get his attention. "I can't get inside if you stand in the doorway."