Elena stood amid several fancily dressed individuals from different walks of life, from nobles to boisterous merchants.
Some were couples, others seemed part of a family unit and a few were alone like her with one particular man standing out to her as he held a notebook and pen in hand.
Their eyes met for a moment with Elena quickly looking away in embarrassment.
All those about her were here for a similar purpose to her which was embarking on a tour of the inner city.
But regardless of the number of people which neared an astounding 100, Elena found herself detached from the crowd, almost like she didn't belong with them.
However, try as she may, she was unable to find reasons for such a thought to gnaw at her continuously.
Placing a hand over her head, she sought to massage her temples but then a distant echo resounded in her ears, causing her expression to distort painfully.
