@tenacitybred
To say she was getting used to this whole... Inquisition thing, was an overstatement, to say the least. And a lie, to say the most. The way people were staring at here just gave her the heebie jeebies. She watched people follow her with their eyes every time she walked by, and didn’t even look away when she looked them straight in the face. They saw her as some kind of hero. Or at least, some of them did. Others just looked at her like she didn’t belong. But that was nothing new.
She was making her way out of the Temple and towards the gates of their encampment, the idea being to sit on the edge of the frozen lake for a while, and not think about the fact that she was apparently going to have to save the world and everybody in it.
Instead of having a clear path through the open gates, she suddenly had to weave out of the way of oncoming traffic. Well... traffic was just one person. She still weaved though. “Oh shit, sorry, didn’t see you coming there.” She stopped and looked at the woman for a moment, arching an eyebrow. “You must be new. Plenty of women here, plenty of women in armor even, but very few in none-regulated armor.”
