"Whoa...who's the foreign beauty?"
"I don't know, but she's giving off the kind of vibes that suggest that if you insult her in any way, she'll slice your face off without a second thought. Which is weird, because I ain't seeing a sword on her."
"Nah...she is one."
"So sayeth the swordsman...wait, hold up..."
At a certain location of the Sapling Festival fairgrounds, a woman that clearly wasn't native to Roaring Tide was causing a bit of a commotion among the other festival goers.
It wasn't that this woman was doing anything particularly interesting or showing off her power and wealth for all to see, rather, it was just her mere existence that caused the people around her to stop and stare if only for a brief moment.
This woman had sharp features, blonde hair that seemed to capture the rays of the setting sun magnificently and a passive charisma that demanded others to stare at her.
