[She wouldn't enter anyone's home without them being there, not in this context anyways. She can think of many reasons she might enter someone's home without permission but none of them are constructive to find someone to work for.
She makes her way over the rooftops, jumping from one to another. It's easier to navigate like this, being able to see things from up high rather than getting lost in the streets.
Soon she was outside what she hoped was Iskander temple. Blocks of yellow stone, lamps at the gates. Every bit as imposing as Noctis' had not been. She stood near the entrance, examining one of the glass lamps, appreciating the art work.]
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[She wouldn't enter anyone's home without them being there, not in this context anyways. She can think of many reasons she might enter someone's home without permission but none of them are constructive to find someone to work for.
She makes her way over the rooftops, jumping from one to another. It's easier to navigate like this, being able to see things from up high rather than getting lost in the streets.
Soon she was outside what she hoped was Iskander temple. Blocks of yellow stone, lamps at the gates. Every bit as imposing as Noctis' had not been. She stood near the entrance, examining one of the glass lamps, appreciating the art work.]