[Well, once Malikah realizes that her target is none other than the Prince of Windor himself, she doesn't expect him to be doing anything too outlandish. Which is fine by her. It makes keeping tabs on him a little easier (she's considering this her good deed of the day).
The captain pauses at a food stand to buy something to munch on. She is legitimately hungry, a little, but mostly it's to keep up the charade that she's just enjoying a day out on the town. Moving around undetected was a little easier in the totalitarian state of Zavhert, ironically: one could simply hide their face and figure under the clothing layers necessary to survive the bitter cold. Such layers would look out of place in temperate Barona. And as a huskily-built woman over six feet tall, Malikah isn't exactly the most non-descript lady out there. Fortunately, because the day is approaching its busiest time, she fades more easily into the chaos.
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The captain pauses at a food stand to buy something to munch on. She is legitimately hungry, a little, but mostly it's to keep up the charade that she's just enjoying a day out on the town. Moving around undetected was a little easier in the totalitarian state of Zavhert, ironically: one could simply hide their face and figure under the clothing layers necessary to survive the bitter cold. Such layers would look out of place in temperate Barona. And as a huskily-built woman over six feet tall, Malikah isn't exactly the most non-descript lady out there. Fortunately, because the day is approaching its busiest time, she fades more easily into the chaos.
As do more unsavory sorts...]