[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/FhZfX1v.png[/img][/center] [sub][@Sho Minazuki][@Enkryption][/sub] [hr][b]Zweidaya[/b] [hr] A caravan could be seen moving through the city streets at a modest pace. Well, more like a haphazardly put together, beat up wagon was creaking along wooden planks people decided to use like streets. The carriage heaved and creaked as it made its way toward its destination, which appeared to the colosseum. In it was a young lady that seemed to be completely out of place with this sandy town full of miscreants and vagrants. Her driver was a short stubby man who wore a turban with dusty blue robes, and the wagon was being pulled by an admittedly ugly looking donkey. Due to the questionable structural integrity of the vehicle, the man occasionally looked back to ensure the well being of his passenger. At least, that's the reason he gave... She supposed it couldn't be helped, she was beautiful after all. Due to her profession, she had to keep up appearances - and she certainly took great pride in hers. Who was this slender beauty, with her flowing brunette hair, fashionable slit dress, and impossible good-looks. Oh, no one in particular. Just arguably the best performer in all of Lacscuta, who perhaps in a whimsical split decision came here for a gig. She was starting to regret it... The air was dry and hot, not to mention dusty. The humidity certainly didn't help, but what would one expect while in a city literally riding on the desert sands? She waved the elegant blue fan she was holding in a vain attempt to keep cool. Huffing in frustration, Tiziana turned her attention to her peeping driver. [color=0072bc]"This hardly passes as comfortable travel."[/color] She complained. [color=0072bc]"I'd probably get there faster by walking!"[/color] "Be at ease, miss." Said the driver in a gruff, nasally tone. "The arena isn't too much further away." Tiziana was about to say something in response, but was cut off when the wagon bumped over something. This caused her to topple over in her seat, and instead of words all that came out of the performer was a silly yelp. This caused the driver to chuckle a bit. Tiziana didn't think it was funny, and the look on her face seemed to back up this notion. [color=0072bc]"I've had quite enough."[/color] She snapped. [color=0072bc]"I'd like to get off now. As I said, walking the rest of the way there shouldn't be a problem for me."[/color] "I apologize miss." He said in his attempt at a sympathetic tone. "I didn' mean t-" [color=0072bc]"[i]I don't believe you heard me.[/i]"[/color] Tiziana's voice carried with it a unnatural tone, reverberating with a peculiar energy. [color=0072bc]"[i]I said it'd like to get off, sir...[/i]"[/color] The driver's eyes became deadpan, as if he lost his sense of self for that moment. "Yes, of course ma'am. We appreciate your business." He uttered, stopping the donkey in its tracks. Tiziana hopped off the caravan, then came up to the driver in the front. [color=0072bc]"[i]Also, love, I don't have much change on me.[/i]"[/color] She said, which was a lie. [color=0072bc]"[i]Would you mind putting this one on the house?[/i]"[/color] "Not a problem miss. Enjoy the rest of your day, and please be safe on your travels." He replied in a flat tone. He then made he way off, riding into the distance. Tiziana waved him farewell, giggling to herself. [[b]Siren's Voice[/b]] A skill that make her powers of persuasion hard to resist for men, and a certain percentage of the same sex. It certainly had its uses. [hr] Making her way through the city on foot, she could see the arena in the not-to-far-off distance. While her feet were beginning to hurt, and the heels she was wearing were not made for it, she still felt that walking was better than continuing on in that shabby wagon. Her hydro vision jiggling on the belt she wore, she bit and bared it as she continued on. Eventually, during her trek, something peculiar caught her attention. She arrived in front of a large caravan, the carriages filled with cargo boxes. What caught her attention was a sudden, small explosion that sounded like a gunshot. Appeared from the smoke was a naked woman holding a shotgun with a cigarette held in between her ear. Sensing her mana, Tiziana knew immediately that she was a fellow witch. She could also tell that she was filthy with a musty stench, even from where she was standing. Taking a bit of an interest, the hydro vision on her hip began to glow, as a torrent of water jetting forth from her fan and covered the woman head first in it's current. After a few moments, the water around the woman dissipated. While she was now dripping wet, she was better for it. Now fully cleaned off, Tiziana folded her fan and put it to her hip. [color=0072bc]"I would ask you why it is you were sitting naked in a crate on some random caravan."[/color] She inquired. [color=0072bc]"Given the circumstance, am I right to assume that it wasn't by choice. I'm aware of how some feel about 'our' kind. I suppose I don't mind helping you out if need be."[/color]