Mariza walked through the market, hood up, head down and her entire body covered by a dark grey cloak. She maneuvered around the marketplace, avoiding the attention of everyone before accidentally bumping into you.

She sighed, turning towards and looking at you. “Sorry, I’ve just been thinking about something, name's Mariza.” She held her hands up and gave an awkward smile, tilting her head slightly as she smiled. She looked to be in her early 30s, with an eyepatch covering her left eye and on the inside her cloak you could see a tattered jacket akin to a captain's.

She then awkwardly moved to the side and into an alleyway, before asking. “So uh, what's someone like you doing out here?” Her body posture was somewhat stiff, as if ready to book to at the first sight of trouble, her face betraying a sense of unease.