[ the girl that approaches him in the middle of his grocery shopping is unassuming, at least at first glance: short and delicate-looking, with glossy dark eyes that wouldn't be out of place on a rabbit, or a squirrel— something small and tasty.

but she's dressed like an adventurer, wearing beat-up leather armor and knives strapped to her hips, and the way she half-circles him is more like a predator than anything else. ]

What's a tiger doing in a marketplace, I wonder.

[ with how she's dressed, the question could be worrying— but her tone is politely curious, her voice is kept low enough for the comment not be overheard by anybody nearby, and the cheerful look she favors him with very carefully does not involve any bared teeth. ]