The sun blared at high noon in the City of the Guardians. Folk were gathered in the marketplace, exchanging keystones for food, perfumes, and other goods, as well as exchanging pleasantries. The Purine guards were on duty, though they often smiled at some of the familiar, friendly faces. In the marketplace, two citizens felt as if they were out of place.
One was a fallen Aasimar, who bore a stern, almost pissed-off look. Her hair was short, blonde, and slicked back. On her face were faint gold tattoos that were almost too faint to see. She wore a long, dark purple dress. She also had leather woven into a corset over her stomach. She also wore leather padding over her shoulders and legs, for protection should circumstances place her in battle.
The other was a swiftstride Shifter, who's skin was covered in a thin layer of fur. He also adorned bold blue hair that was left shaggy and two cat ears poking out through the top. Over his body, he wore thick, metal plating to protect himself in combat. At his side was a holy symbol, which was cracked nearly in half. He also carried a longbow, quiver or arrows, and a greatsword on his back, sheathed beneath a shield. His expression was one of confliction, as if he wasn't sure what he was doing was the right thing.