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"TALIAH!" a voice from one the of most crowded stalls rose above the cacophony of the bust street market. A young woman, no more than 22, had turned to face the man. Her eyes were a deep sapphire and slit like a cats, though she showed very little evidence in the face that she was more than just human, the white ears she usually tried to keep pinned and the fluffy cream and white tail that trailed behind her were a dead giveaway. Her silver hair had begun to fall out of the lose braid she fashioned it in not too long ago, exposing her ears to break forth from their pin. 'Oh well' She thought to herself, having little care or worry for the opinions of others. "You're supposed to be taking care of customers, not staring into the distance!" the man had growled under his breath to her as she had finally met him behind the counter. <br/>
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"Sorry, I was lost" Her ears dropped apologetically. The man grunted in response but made no more effort to scold her, she did after all, lose all of her memories. "Whos next?!" He yelled out to the crowd who had begun to fashion into a line. It was the beginning of the day, and the task master had begun to hand out quests left and right, not too long after, the large line dwindled down to something more manageable. "Shoo girl" the man grumbled under her breath at Taliah. She tilted her head in confusion, her ears twitching and eyebrows furrowed. "Shoo?" she responded, her tone of voice carried her wonder. "Shoo, take a break. Get out of my sight! Make some friends or something. You can't just hang around here all day. I got the stand covered." Taliah sat up and nodded at the man, her expression relaxed. He smirked, tossed her a few gold pieces and sent her on her way.<br/>
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She got up from her chair and began to wander the marketplace, her white silk dress flowing behind her. 'So many places....people....' She thought to herself and bit her lip as she looked around. It had been 2 months since she had been brought here, with no understanding of who she was, what she's supposed to be doing and where her family was. For the first two weeks, she sat in the town hall in tattered robes, waiting for someone to come and collect her. Eventually the Task master and his wife decided to take her in, they'd been very kind to her, but he's been pushing lately for her to find who she is. Perhaps it was just his nature, as his trade was literally dealing in selling adventures to folk, but he's never told her she needed to leave. She helps them out the best she can, but in her heart she knew that she couldn't stay there forever. She would have to find herself, so she continued to wander. Perhaps someone would recognize her in the street. She hoped at least.​</div>