{I hope this post is ok. I'm not entirely sure if there's anyone free or anyone at the outer wall area, but hi =3}

Two eyes sparkled as a young woman emerged from her hiding place, like an urchin erupting from the sewers. Her two sparkling orbs were a vibrant pink, like two jewels in the muck that seemed to penetrate the outer wall of Mene. Assassins roamed the streets as well as drunks and other dangerous individuals, yet this young woman didn't seem to fear any of these people as she roamed the streets this dark night. This was her second night in the city, though, and she had gathered the general aura of the place already. For someone who travelled as often as she did, vigilance and a sense of direction were the two things that saved lives, and she was lucky enough to have acquired both these skills.

Her long hair flitted behind her, working like a net as it caught up any twigs or leaves that might have happened by her path. Of course it seemed to have finished catching up filth, and she simply picked out long strands to inspect, hum at angrily and pick at. The rest of her main continued to flow behind her elegantly, the tendrils of hair that plumed from her head seeming almost iridescent, matching her eyes. Of course it helped to have naturally shimmering features when one was poor, as Phee was. She was obviously not the richest of people since her pretty face and clothes were smeared with patches of mud. Even her dark leather sandals were encrusted with the stuff, from the tip of them right to the top of the strands that wrapped around the dark trousers that encased the girl's legs. The trousers were black, and the dark brown leather of her footwear matched it well as it ran all the way to bellow her knee. The bottoms themselves were slightly lose and not as covered in mud, though the white band of material that used to hem them at the bottom was unfortunately brown.

Her top was simple, and so was her bag, both a deep bloody red, tainted with time. It was more of a wrap and her bag was more of a sac, but it all fitted together well enough. Either way clothing was not an issue, work was. She desperately needed business, and she knew she would hopefully soon find someone needing services she could provide. She loitered around outside a Tavern called the Lion's Breath, hoping its clientele would be interested in chatting to her upon their exit. She knew she wouldn't be allowed inside considering how filthy she was.