A heavy rain falls over Okhema. Yet a song pours from a roof somewhere in the city. Few passersby bother to even hear it as they rush by to get out of the downpour. Hysilens watches them from atop the short building, sitting under a small pavilion. Her sword lays beside her, yet a violin rests in her hands. She plays it as she used to play to the sea. It fills her mind with thoughts, perhaps too many, as she continues to pull the bow along the strings. Part of her is amused that just a small bit of her pay could buy an object to bring out so many memories. Another wonders what good the memories are; what use the good ones are and why she dares remember the bad. Yet despite her contemplation, her hands don't stop, her muscles still remembering the feeling. And so, she allows her mind to wander closer. With the rain, crime isn't a large concern. Even if it was, she has the perfect spot to witness and stop anything. Her hand tightens on her newfound bow, the wood younger than her. She almost wants to drop it and pick up her sword, but a buried part of her refuses. Slowly her performance ends and she lets out a quiet sigh. In her second of clarity, she recognizes a presence on the roof with her. She hurries, grabbing her blade and pointing it at them.

Hysilens: "Who-" She pauses, realizing they aren't imposing in any way. She sighs and lowers her weapon. "I apologize. I was not expecting company." She stands from the pavilion's couch, smoothing down her outfit. She couldn't believe she'd let herself be so rash just from being lost in thought.

Hysilens: "What is your name and why have you come to see me?" She asks, her voice level and calm as she gazes upon them with her crystal blue eyes.