Enara Flint

It had seemed that the underbelly of the city had swallowed her, the aroma of smoked duck and other street vendor items permeated this level. The street was crowded, filled with people and machines of all kinds, which seemed to appear and dissipate into the clouds of steam that billowed forth from the alleys. It reminded her of the luxurious aquariums from her estates restaurant, brimming with colour and life, there was no way he'd find her here. Just as an extra precaution though, she nabbed a worn jacket from a basket of giveaways from one of the store fronts, and praying it wasn't too worn.