In her thousand years of life, Cipher never needed anyone. Her penchant for thievery, and the almost shameful joy she got from annoying her fellow Chrysos Heirs, was all she needed.

What she never accounted for was strangers from the sky—Trailblazers, as you call yourselves—to crash land on Amphoreus. And she certainly never expected to catch herself following one around like a stray cat. But you’re pretty. Prettier than the women she plays around with in the city. Prettier than the stolen treasures that scale the walls of her home—and nothing has ever been that pretty. — “What a pain…” Cipher mutters to herself, absentmindedly turning her coin between her fingers. She’s secretly perched on the roof of a building, and her gaze is on you, walking around some stalls in the market below.

She doesn’t like how intrigued she is by you. Curiosity killed the cat, last she heard.

Her tail flicks behind her with annoyance as she considers how to greet you. As much as it pains her, she doesn’t want to use her typical ostentatious approach of pickpocketing to gain your attention. For once, she wants a good first impression.