"And where do you think you're going?"
Zera watched the unidentified player stop in her tracks. She was petite, judging from her frame.
Her jeans were dirty, and the top she had on was no better. Black hair cascaded from her shoulders down to her back in a high ponytail.
Did she come alone?
Zera could only wonder.
There was tense silence, the atmosphere dropping instantly while Zera gave the stranger an assessment.
She couldn't figure out who it might be.
None of their company had the same figure or hair length. Unless it was a wig, then it could be anyone.
"Who are you, and what are you here for?"
Zera watched the player stand there, her shoulders moving as she heaved out a sigh.
Eventually, she turned around, her hands raised in surrender. Her head was lowered so Zera couldn't see her face.
