Marisa approached the park with her hands buried deep within the pockets of her pants, hat tilted a few degrees backward to prevent it getting in her line of sight. A sudden gust of chilly wind made the tail of her duster flutter like a cape behind her as she walked, a grin slowly spreading across her features. The tall blonde chuckled to herself as she imagined what sort of great treasure awaited her there.
"I wonder if it's some sort of great grimoire... or maybe gold?" Marisa muttered, pondering the matter.