[center][h2][color=#FD3459][b][u]Saya Rosewell[/u][/b][/color][/h2][/center]
Saya crested over the hill almost two miles out from haven to catch glimpse of the City for the first time since her travel began. Hand resting against one of the sparse trees by the road, something about its sight gave her a sigh of relief as well as a rising anxiety. The fact she had made it was good, but she knew behind her some distance away was why she needed to make it in the first place. As she glanced back, she noticed a cart slowly having caught up on her in the distance carrying what seemed to be bushels of various crops from a village. The man wore garb that seemed to indicate him as a merchant by the quality, and as she peered in the distance at him she quickly adjusted the odd fitting armor and clothes she had been able to scrounge up on her way there. While it looked alright on her, the form fit was cut to that of a man as the seller at the time didn’t have anything available her and it made her wish she had enough gold to get it refitted left. [color=#FD3459]“It’ll have to do-“[/color] she muttered to herself as she waited for the cart to roll up and gave a wave towards the man. [color=#FD3459]“Sorry, but I’ve been traveling through the night. I was hoping you could give me a lift on in towards the gate.”[/color] She asked with a calm smile, and fortunately for her she man seemed to notice the necklace she had hanging above her collar and called out to her that he too followed the way of Issaries. Climbing aboard with help from the generous merchant the main gate into Haven was eventually upon her.

Gazing up the wall in strange awe, Saya didn’t think the city would look so grand when a few days before she thought she may end up here still in bindings. She had heard she was going to be presented to a possible buyer, but clearly she hadn’t stuck around long enough to find out who it was. Haven was the closest place of refuge at the time, and thankfully the festival gave her a good crowd to hide in as the city became more and more packed with travelers, merchants, artisans and more. The gate guard easily let her pass with an inspection that her only weapon for self defense was a dagger, and after saying goodbye to the merchant she hopped off the cart and moved between the people littering the streets to find a place of rest on a bench with a small meat-stick in hand from a vendor who gave her a sample, despite stating she wasn’t looking to buy. Munching on what she could, Saya continued to look around the preparation for the festivities as she tried to discern which way to go. [color=#FD3459]“It’s so much bigger than home"[/color] she spoke softly to herself as she was lost simply by not having a current target. As a city watchman moved by, she took action by standing up and getting his attention with a tap on the shoulder form behind. Once he turned she gingerly asked. [color=#FD3459]“Excuse me, but could you possibly point me in the direction where one could find work? An odd job or two?”[/color] After a moment of him asking to repeat what she had said as her hushed voice didn’t break past the noise of the guard, she soon had directions to find what she had missed closer to the gate behind her.