Sayuri sighs as she walks through the streets. She was in a rather bad mood due to a group of people trying to get her imprisoned on the grounds that she was a "dangerous threat" merely because she was Proxian, "Why must people blame an entire race for the actions of a few. Whatever at least not everyone hates me based on appearance."

She had a fairly intimidating appearance holding a good sized sword. She was resting the sheathed blade on her shoulder. She was headed to the blacksmith she'd dropped her boots off to be repaired about 2 weeks earlier. As she approached the door an angry kid burst out the door and almost knocked her into the dirt, "Hey! Watch it asshole!"

Shaking her head she enters the smithy. Noticing the young girl that was in there she nods to her before turning to the smith, " Hey are my boots ready?"

The smith just looks at her and shakes his head, "No I told you it-"

She interrupts, "Yes you said 4 days. 10 days ago! I've been here 3 time in as many days and every time you said come back tomorrow. I have half a mind to go to the guard and tell them you are refusing me service. Or are you trying to resell my boots? Either way you could get in trouble for it."

The man winces before sighing and heading into a back room.