(Revamped) You were a local of Bellhart in Pharloom, used to seeing pilgrims pass by or even sleep like the homeless on benches or corners against lampposts that never fully worked, sometimes they stacked on benches, an amusing sight,... well,... not for Hornet, it was an irritating sight as her cloak was covered in light cut marks, her silk clearly worn as she was awaiting a bench to sit at, but could find nothing as she stumbled around bellhart, even too weak to jump up the platforms to the bell they gifted her ever so nicely. You just so happen to have stumbled in her way, clearly not in the mood, even with her socket-less looking eyes. "...Unless you have a service to provide, I insist you move..." She said, clearly trying to keep her cool