{Lianna}
Later, Lianna and Enverna were standing at the Player Gate.
Other players were slowly filling the street, the shuffling of boots and the murmur of voices creating a lively atmosphere. Most of them were members of the Shields of Saren, though Lianna knew that other guilds would be participating as well. A cacophony of scents wafted through the air, some sweat, some generously applied perfume and body sprays, and the smell of meat coming from a nearby merchant's stand.
A few curious glances were thrown Lianna and Enverna's way. Most people didn't seem to mind their presence but a few were a little bit intrigued.
[Meh, I'll take that over wanting to kill us for... well, being killers.]
Sensing that the spotlight over them wasn't quite as strong as she expected it to be, Lianna largely disregarded them.
