"This place is so ..bare. It's a ghost town, practically.." Amaya murmurs to herself as she continues through the city..jumpsuit-laden hips retaining a slow and steady sway, matching the pace of her body as she folds her arms behind her head a bit lacksidasically. Ponytail bouncing in the light desert wind behind her ..her eyes keep on strict lookout for signs that could point to a "mage quarter" - most naturally, being inept with magic and unaware of real magicians TOO well - at first she were merely looking for large staffs laying around..but that quickly progressed to books..and finally arcane runes..perhaps finding what she had envisioned as she checks the ground, kicking a bit of dust off a dirty rune on accident.<br/><br/>(( http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=937018 1, 3, 4 = 8? Did I do that right?