Iveron, of Gunpowder and Steel [IC]
((You can find the OOC for this sweet little thang right here: http://roleplayerguild.com/showthrea...-and-Steel-OOC )
The city of Crossroads. The capital of the world they called it. A bustling city, full of merchants advertising their wares, performers showing off their acts, bards playing their songs and more.
Kathryn wandered through the crowd of the Mercantile District, stopping to look at the stand with a variety of firearms on display. The Angel running the stand grinned, showing off his sharp teeth. He fiddled with the bandages wrapped around his face, making sure his eyes remained covered.
"Hello Ma'am, are you interested in one of our fine rifles? We have the latest alchemical muskets, imported directly from the factories in our fair city," he said, gesturing to a rifle with tubes and vials sticking out of it."
"No, it's fine. Just looking." Kathryn gave the merchant a pleasant smile and moved on, her musket bouncing against her back.