To say she drew eyes to her was... an understatement.  For one, it wasn't like she was unattractive; quite the opposite in fact, she was like walking sex.  For two, she wore perhaps the least amount of clothing one could, with flashes of ass and pussy when the wind picked up, especially since her pack and weapons weren't on her.  Thirdly... well, given the shear quantity of 'whore makeup' that had been sprayed over her, it certainly caught people's attentions, resulting in much distraction as people went about preparing for their day, including several catcalls as she passed.<br/><br/>The town was small, but not so small that it was not connected by the manarail that criss-crossed the land, with hubs in most every major city.  This town at the base of the mountains was one of the 'starting points' for the 'rail in fact, being a one-way trip towards a central hub... for now.  The town had since built up around it over the years, though the area she was in now - away from the market and off the main beaten path for the 'visitor's' section of town where many people stayed at more commercialized inns and taverns - was more akin to the way things used to be.  So as the people who actually lived there went about their daily lives, the actual list of 'things to do' was... kind of slim... unless she took one of the men or women about into an alley of course...<br/><br/>But as she was passing by one of the homes nearby, there was a crash from inside, followed by a woman's scream, and it wasn't one of pain, but rather of<em>fear</em>...