Humdity hung heavily in the air, making the crowded streets unbearably hot. The smell of sweat and foodwares combined in the heat making at least one woman's stomach turn. She was already uncomfortable and it was easy to see why. The woman was in a cloak that hid her hair and covered her shoulders. It had been hastily cut off just above her elbows. One her face she wore a ceramic mask painted with stripes. A clear indicator of what she was. It had been common practice for at least a century that all enchantresses wear masks out in public to hide their features. Usually only young ones who did not have control over their powers wore the fake visages, but she was desperate. She knew she should not have entered the city, but it had been so long and she missed the city life dearly. Gracefully she manuvered through the crowd, careful to not bump into any one or thing. She saw the gate to the city getting closer and slowly she began to breath easier. Perhaps she would make it out in one peice. She stopped as one of the merchants thrusted a roll of fabric in her face and began to talk about how pretty it would be if made into a new cloak. Beneath her mask the woman rolled her eyes as she tried to end the man's sales pitch.