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[color=gray][i]interacting with [b]Vazheera Shadowsun[/b] [sub][@Rithy][/sub][/i][/color][/center]


The intense smoke within the atmosphere caused the young wood elf to reveal a faint cringe as she walked the busy streets that seemed to be full of people attracted to the colosseum. Siella, accustomed to the clean, pleasant air of her home, is trying to become more comfortable with adapting to whatever environment she encounters -- although this particular setting posed a more difficult challenge. She took in her surroundings as she was already put in a mode of alert, her eyes scrolling from the several banners, to the architecture, and to the different people that poured into the colosseum. Siella lifted her hood over her long blonde hair to hide her youthful complexion and to be less noticeable within the crowd. By no means did she have intentions of being incognito by rules of her task, but moreover, to not attract any irrelevant bystanders. 

Siella climbed the several stairs until she reached the booming crowd cheering to hype up the combatants. Being new to traveling and experiencing other cultures, this experience rivaled the calm nature of the elves, which sparked a bit of curiosity and a little disgust. She would find a seat on one of the highest tiers to have a good view of the audience, but close enough to still analyze the battle between the orc and the human. Rather amazed as she was, it served as a great distraction from her task, so she began to weigh out the worth between both: to indulge in the activity of colosseum duels, or to go on with her objective for the task she picked up nonchalantly. As the fight progressed, her interest plummeted, and she chose the latter. 

Siella felt a lingering breeze of discomfort from the Caracan atmosphere. Whether it be from the overwhelming event combined with the smog of the city, or the unease she felt while pursuing this quest, she would continue anyway. She scanned through the spectators in hopes to find any individual that fit the description she was explained -- a noble. Given the knowledge of him being the Representative for the League of Magi, she presumed he would be seated somewhere more 'luxurious' than the rest of the audience, and he would probably sport a robe or some other expensive, cloth attire. 

Siella spotted some balcony seating that was fenced off to purposefully camouflage the individuals that it housed, probably due to the important people that it would be designated for. Moving across the row of seats to get a better glimpse of the seating, she would find herself in a predicament that would force her to either go around the large dark elf, or to engage in a small conversation to politely excuse herself to go along with her path. Moving within this crowd was irritating, and Siella surrendered to the idea of speaking to another person, [color=ABD9B3]"Excuse me."[/color]

Siella's soft-spoken tone was quickly drowned from the noisy audience, so she looked up to the towering dark elf to reveal her resolute expression, her light blue eyes ready to meet whomever this was to ensure that she has caught her attention. [color=ABD9B3]"Excuse me,"[/color] she would say in a much more stern voice that would travel far enough for the beefy woman to hear.