[ the glint of izou's blade reminds her that she's still out here without a weapon, and ishmael lets out a small huff of relief when he lowers it. she can defend herself with her E.G.O if things go south, but she doubts that they'd be able to maintain the peaceful atmosphere of this place if an actual fight breaks out. she may not know why temples are even a thing in this godless world, but she may as well try to preserve whatever's left of here.

anyway, back to izou. with his unkempt looks and katana, she would've easily mistook him as a member of the blade lineage syndicate. but right now, he looks like a man down on his luck, much like any other miser in the city's backstreets. ]

Part time work is a thing, you know. [ speaking of, she's going to have to take one up to make ends meet... ] But I get it. This place... It's a little different from what I'm used to, but at the same time it's familiar.