Susan's face was hidden beneath her black hoodie. It was hard for anyone to see what she looked like.
She walked the street toward the Spiked Pit, taking in the sights. She had the motions and look, not that it was seen, of a cat on the prowl.
She spotted something that interested her. A stranger was wearing the most boring conservative looking clothes she'd seen, despite being fairly young.
She looked over. A part of her said that under those clothes, there was a rebel looking to get out. Just the right sort of person to come to their performance tonight.
She fingered an amulet around her neck. If they were going to settle in this town, they would need some new blood.
