Casae scowls behind the guard of her helm; the maw of the dragon shaped thing pulled upwards to give full view of the Dragoon’s features. Straining even then to full hear the firm commands of the gate guard over the buzz of people around and the brooding weather overhead. Lips purse and jaw clenches at the rain; droplets of water that spilled down, clung and coiled away from the curves and grooves of the heavy armor clad around the woman’s body.<br/><br/>Shift of body to meander along with the crowd; stopping at the gate only for a moment to listen to the guard before continuing with her duty. A couple of trinkets to bring to the Monastery for those of her kin that did not make it to the gates of the port town. With hope, the blockade would not last long. Casae felt all too ready to leave the blasted city that she hated; for it’s constant promise of storms overhead.<br/><br/>Momentary relax of her features is cast away once with her movements into the Monastery; feeling uncomfortable within the building already; faith held only in her spear and commanders. Redoubled soured expression with a hiss of a scowl from the back of her throat at being sprayed with water from another nearby whipping her hair around. A passing glare offered before the mask of her helm is shoved back down over her head; hiding herself away within that protective emblem of a dragon.<br/>