Lyra Qin crouched in the shadow of the town hall, watching the bustling town square. Her blades were clipped in a cross fashion on her back, where a strap of metal ran down the length of her spine and ended in a thin strip of leather between the bare curves of that which she was only too proud to show off. Her short, cropped hair was plastered against her forehead, damp from the light rainfall. It did not bother Lyra at the least; she had spent days in the freezing temperatures of Northwall with nothing but her own skin, and the hazardous bursts of snowfall which appeared often, to keep her company. In the shadow of the town hall, she was completely unseen, invisible to any and all prying eyes, which was helped by the fact that the approaching winter brought shorter, darker days. Lyra liked the darkness. To her, it was a protective veil for her to take advantage of.
Lyra moved forward, making no more noise than a prowling cat, and slipped across the front of the building, next to the entrance where she had an unobstructed view of the town square. A pair of guards stood nearby, but they were utterly oblivious. She grinned as she watched a man wrapped in a green cloak get confronted by the old woman at the nearby fruit stall. In a blink or two of an eye, she had strode forward and swiped two apples from the stall with nary seconds to spare. The fruits were red and ripe. Lyra assumed a casual demeanour and strolled into the town square, tossing an apple up and catching it deftly. She had left 'her' pouches of coins in her living quarters to the west of town; they only served to produce an annoying clinking. She wouldn't have paid for her wares even if the cash was in her possession. A wolf whistle in her direction from a guard stationed behind her was ignored as she made her way to the book stall, taking large, gluttonous bites out of a juicy apple. It was a good day, despite what anyone else thought.