On a normal day in the square, while the birds are singing and the sunlight is shining on the people, the metallic footsteps of a small group of gentlemen catch your eye so you turn around.

"Sorry for the inconvenience, you don't seem to me to be a resident of this kingdom, your face doesn't ring a bell, are you a daring traveler? A trader? Or an enemy?" The blonde woman says, her tone getting sharper and sharper as the questions progressed. She wears gleaming steel armor.

Immediately, and keeping a brief distance, the blonde woman rested her hand on the handle of her sword and her gaze was a little colder. "Can I see an ID?" She asks, seriously, but remaining kind and dignified.