Petra was mildly annoyed by the guard’s comment, but by the time she'd thought up a decent retort the guards had already gestured for her to move on, their attention having already turned elsewhere. That irked her slightly, but it was probably for the best, so she let it go, reasoning that making a bad impression on the local law enforcement from the getgo wouldn’t do her any favours going forwards.

Upon making it past the guard checkpoint, Petra immediately made a beeline towards the first free patch of shade she could find. This place was hot, or at least far hotter than anything Petra was used to and her shoddy attempt at armour was certainly toasty if nothing else. 

Still, after only a few minutes of cooling Petra began to take proper note of the great city surrounding her and it was only so long before her curiosity overcame her desire to avoid the sun and she found herself leaving the comfort of the shade to explore its streets. Pretty much everything in Zion it seemed was different from what Petra was used to, from the architecture to the people. Having spent most of her life in a fairly ordinary city and the rest of her life in an even more ordinary village, Petra was naturally interested to see all the strange things the city had to offer. For this reason, she soon found herself observing the stalls, which were filled with a seemingly endless array of strange and wonderful things for her to look at. 

Particularly, Petra was tantalised by the aroma of each of the many food items on display, their scents causing her mouth to water despite not having the slightest clue as to what any of them might taste like. Part of here briefly entertained the idea of trying to swipe a meal, but she quickly dismissed the notion. With so many wondering eyes around and in a city with so many unknown variables that would be really stupid, especially, since for once in her life, she was soon going to have reliable access to food. 

With a sigh, Petra reluctantly turned her back on the food stalls and set off to take a look at what else the market had to offer and letting her mind slip elsewhere as she did so. This was it wasn’t it? The day she’d pick up where her father had left off. Fighting to protect those that needed to be protected, or more likely, to die trying.

Almost perfectly on cue, as though timed to follow on from her thought, a voice boomed from the sky, instructing the recruits to head to the castle. Petra groaned, she wasn’t exactly used to this kind of thing, though fortunately, the instructions seemed easy enough. Still, it was now or never, so with that Petra set off for the castle, her eyes scanning the crowd for other recruits she could hopefully tail to her destination.