[b][i][center]Lucilia Riovas
City of Hials under a bridge[/center][/b][/i]

Scratching her head through her helmet, the guardwoman sighed. [b]"Another lost traveler...."[/b] She whispered to herself. Affixing her trousers and holding back the floor the guardwoman returned to Benedictus. Still, in a better light with better sight, this woman was strange in more ways than one; it's not too uncommon to see travelers in armor and weapons, so long they keep out of trouble. But this woman... Lucilia was no professional smith, but her armor alone looked like it cost ten times as much as everything Lucilia was wearing. Maybe even more then Benedictus. Lucilia's armor was sturdy and strong, sure, but it was also standard issue among the halberders back at the north. Her armor was finely made from what she guessed was pure steel, something reserved only for high ranking officials or those who have excelled above and beyond their station. Carnifex was made from steel, but this woman had a set of armor made from the stuff. Very curious.

[b]"Follow me than. I do know of a small Inn just past this bridge that would take you in. If you can stomach their food and drink, they have warm beds and are affordable. So, what brings you to these parts, traveler?"[/b] Lucilia knew she was taking a bit of a risk asking the woman her reasons for being here. LIke with Haljon before, it might rope her into another encounter with crime. Lucilia hoped so.