As usual, the streets of Sindria are bustling.

Beams of sun hug his large form, shining down on the island that their Nation lays on, a wonderfully sunny day...hence why the bazaar Masrur silently wanders through is hustling and bustling with civilians.

At the very least it was nice to see everyone so at peace, Sindria had remained prosperous despite recent hardships, although Masrur's size made it difficult to---

"Mph," A grunt is released from his mouth as he bumps into a shorter individual, blinking before red eyes locked onto theirs.