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Message: <blockquote data-quote="pathfinderq1" data-source="post: 6399099" data-attributes="member: 48394">In the space of moments, Lenya's slender form had vanished into the crowded streets of the city. She paused for a few seconds at the first intersection, just long enough to pull up the hood of her jacket so that her race was not quite so immediately apparent.With that done, she set off through the streets in search of the ambassador's residence. She had been given directions, of course, as part of the message which had requested her presence. But this city was much larger, more crowded, and more chaotic, than any of the places she had lived before. Several times over the course of the first block she had people (of various races) almost run into her, so intent upon their own errands that they didn't seem to notice her, even after she had dodged out of their way. She was too calm to take it personally, but it made her own travel slower, and navigating the unfamiliar streets took more of her own focus than it should have. Finally she reached the streets of the Red District, which were less crowded and noisy. Walking carefully along the side of the street, she began to look for the ambassador's residence...[sblock= OOC] Leaving this a bit open to start with, in case the GM wants to interject anything BEFORE Lenya reaches the embassy... [/sblock]</blockquote>