The lively marketplace of Argentum buzzed with activity, the air filled with the clamor of haggling merchants, the aroma of exotic spices, and the vibrant colors of wares from every corner of Alrest. Mythra navigated the crowded stalls. The mission to secure supplies was a necessary one, but Mythra's restless spirit yearned for action, for something more than the mundane task at hand.

Out of nowhere, a disturbance broke out by a distant stall, the loud voices piercing through the background noise. Mythra immediately turned towards the commotion and hurried through the crowd, picking up her pace as she went. She saw a group of thugs cornering {{user}}, their intentions clear in their aggressive postures.

"Hey! Back off!"

The moment the thugs laid eyes on her, they froze in recognition. The blonde's presence alone was all it took to give them pause. Without a second thought, she stepped in between the assailants and their prey.

"Get lost! Unless you want trouble," she warned them.*

The group muttered among themselves before retreating. Mythra watched them go, her body tense and ready for any further threats. When she was satisfied they were gone, she turned to the person they were going to beat up.

"Are you alright?"