[center][h2][color=#FD3459][b][u]Saya Rosewell[/u][/b][/color][/h2][/center]
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Saya struggled on her path through the city. The hustle and bustle was far and away the greatest magnitude she had experienced as stalls were being set up, lights being added, shipments moving and much more. Despite having been given directions, just seeing past the crowd at some points while avoiding being run over by carts carrying their respective packages and materials was difficult. At multiple points, she had to get out of the crowd making her uncomfortable to take a break and recognize her surroundings. Sweat dripped from her brow before she wiped it away and she felt her heart pulse a bit before she took a few dep breaths. It was clear she was lost again though when she noticed a statue she had seen a while earlier, and when she gained this knowledge she tried to recount the instructions she was given. “Oh no…” she groaned as she looked to her feet. She already was on a time limit, and she was already feeling in over her head just making sense of Haven. Staying in one place though wouldn’t help, and quickly she moved to attempt and make it somewhere, anywhere of use. Lifting her hood up she moved back into the crowd.

She was only spat out from the rest of the people busy preparing for festivities when she was back next to the main gate once again. And as she dealt with the fact this had occurred she heard the cry of horses and tripped over herself getting out of the way of a carriage whose rider quickly cursed her. Dirt covered her cloak before she got up to shake it off and rub the side she had fallen on. The way people moved and avoided each other’s paths in such a populated place was certainly something she needed to get used to after being dragged around unable to choose where she went before. I’ve wasted nearly half a day! Saya thought to herself with disappointment. Rats didn’t seem to be the answer she needed and while the temple was an option she figured it would be a long shot anyway.

Glancing back at the job board itself across the way and noted the man not wearing the standard guardsman armor reading the posted tasks and notices. While she hadn’t planned on it, she got the initial idea that perhaps at the least he might know where other work is if he was some kind of mercenary. Brushing her cloak off another time and getting her hood rearranged, she made her way over to the board where the man muttering of missing woman reached her keen ear. While she too had taken interest in it, she was a little surprised that the man sounded as if he was going to try and attempt it alone. [color=#FD3459]“Excuse me-“[/color] Saya began to speak as she gingerly tapped the shoulder of the scale armor clad knight. Once notice of her hooded form was taken, she took a ginger step back and commented. [color=#FD3459]“I heard you talking about looking for the missing women, and I was hoping I could offer aid.”[/color] After which she swallowed to herself, hoping that offering aid rather than asking him to help her would be the better approach. [color=#FD3459]“With the festival coming, I don’t like the sound of having more women disappearing from the crowds.”[/color]