<strong>Name:</strong>Taegul Ramakh<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fueno - Streets<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zephyria, Open<br/><br/>The guardsman patrolled warily, doing his best to keep one eye on the milling crowds. He wasn't a local, and thus a bit out of his element - he seemed a little unsure of the city, lit in the wild colors of the fireworks above. He was also far better dressed, and though both armor and armament were light it they were of better make and maintenance than the majority of his fellows. Add that to the elegant, aquiline features that left him almost startlingly handsome given his position and he was marked clearly enough as an outsider.<br/><br/>Sharp-eyed, though.<br/><br/>The Wingly wasn't conspicuously dressed, but she also didn't seem to be going anywhere in particular, absent of the celebratory energy that gripped most of Fueno. On a night like this, it was imperative any trouble be stopped well in advance if possible, and the best way to do that was to appraise oneself of anything out of the ordinary. The guardsman absently touched the handle of his sheathed sword before letting the hand fall away, an unconscious gesture, exceedingly casual. No reason for trouble to START tonight, really, but his mandate to defend and serve - at least as long as his contract lasted, more specifically the end of the week - was quite broad.<br/><br/><strong>"Everything alright, ma'am?"</strong>His eyebrows raised a bit upon noticing that she was armed. At night, during a festival of peace? He had been ready to move on almost as soon as he'd finished asking, but now he looked over the Wingly with renewed attention.<em>What the hell?</em>