Savya spent her summers among the rest of the year traveling. Novigrad was where her work had taken her to now. There were so many things happening, summer festivals, the like. Luckily, she still had her patience as she walked around the loud streets. There was a bard singing loudly somewhere, children screaming for attention, courtesans making a show. It was familiar, yet it had been some time since she had the chance to visit the city, even with her many travels.
Well, there would be at least one old friend there. She continued to walk through the streets, gaining attention for her attire. People asked questions, ran up to her to make requests. Some ran away. Amongst the crowds, she did spot a familiar face. It was only about a year ago that their paths crossed. She had just happened to be nearby at the call for help. Even though it had been a long while, she still recalled that scene vividly.
"Good evening," Savya spoke with a bow of her head, entering the Passiflora. “It has been some time,” she said to Olwen. The mage had given her shelter when they had met and she had been grateful (and still was) after the group had escaped. She had been implored to visit, and now seemed as good a time as any.
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