Leralon slipped through the crowd, keeping her hood over her face and trying not to draw attention to herself. She wasn't a criminal, and didn't have any real reason for hiding her face, other than to remain anonymous. She disliked to be noticed and preferred to remain unnoticed. A passerby knocked into her and she instinctively snarled, revealing her sharpened teeth and surprising herself. She shivered at the breeze, though fall had just begun, she could already feel winter on the way. I hate the cold. Her yellow eyes seemed to glow from the shadows of her hood as she eyed the nights and archers guarding the gate. She quickly slipped away and through the gate and into the city.
The 2 day of Fall, year 514