Mordred had taken to wandering the city in search of sometime to do, this time having abandon her heavy armor in favor of lighter clothing, remembering all to well the incident in which she had nearly passed out after arriving.

Upon spying Caius amongst the rest of the new arrivals, something about the darkness shrouded man intrigued Mordred. Maybe it was a bond of their shared job, or the demonic sword strapped to his back that so reminded the knight of her own Clarnet. Either way, she went about her tasks, one eye remained on Caius. A curious gaze that wondered what this warrior's tale was.