Through the narrow walks of AIncrad the woman moves. Adorned in her maid like attire, with a few additional bells and whistles to defend herself from the hostile forces. The streets of Lhasri were quite vibrant today, albeit somewhat isolated in its own right. Plenty of NPC's waltz too and from thresholds and stalls, striking up conversations amongst themselves. But the number of players were at an all time low, a fact that Jibae picks out quicker then most would. Adjusting the gold pin in her hair, her tightly wound bun mirrored her posture as she'd retrieve a small bag of coin. Approaching o