Dysira Karinlei | 27 | Female | Half-Elf | Market | Open
Dysira inhaled deeply as she passed the bakery in the market, allowing the smell of the day's batch of bread and sweets to ease her mind just enough to remove the tension from her shoulders. Being in town, particularly in large crowds, produced a certain anxiety that she had to struggle to keep in check, aware that her family name was enough to often cause others to cast suspicion on her. But for now it seemed no one was paying her any particular mind. Her ears twitched slightly as she tried to listen for any interesting tidbits of conversation within the crowd as she moved about the market, but all she heard was idle chatter. Shame, the market guards usually complained more vocally about shifting assignment schedules or movements in the barracks. She grinned to herself as she examined the wares in the stalls, feigning interest in some jewelry that one look told her was almost certainly stolen.
If there is anything to hear, she thought to herself, then I'm sure Enola will bring it to my attention anyway.