To the market district!

You find yourself not all that far from your neighbourhood. There are so many shops that it's overwhelming. Though, you do have all day, so you can take your time. You just don't want to grab so much that you can't carry it back! Or worse, you attract thieves. It would be nice to pick up a few replacement outfits, more basic adventuring supplies, and food for the house. If you find some nicely priced plates, utensils, and that sort of thing, that would be a bonus as well. You do have fifty gold pieces, so it shouldn't be too hard to get everything you need to at least get started in this new world. It won't last, so you're bound to need to do more quests, but for now, it's shopping time.

Various races run the shops, as well as populate the bustling streets. You see elves, dwarves, bunnyfolk, catfolk, humans, the rare sunheart, and some you have yet to meet. There's what you guess is some sort of orc or maybe a tall goblin, someone quite small you guess to be a gnome or halfling, and more.

Before you can start shopping, however, something catches your eye. You spot a figure--a blur of green--atop a nearby shop's roof. You then watch as what appears to be a long rod flies through the air and clanks down onto the ground nearby. Nobody really seems to notice, other than a couple folk who jump in surprise, look around confused, and continue on their way.

You move over and pick it up. That was Rabbit's Foot.

You look back up and wonder if this belongs to somebody above. It looks as if there's a stack of crates down the alley that you could use to climb up. The curiosity is overpowering. Swiftly, you dart down the alley and hoist yourself up by the upper level's windowsill, and once up, you see her.

She appears to be in heated combat with a figure garbed in all black, with a flowing cape, and their face is covered by a vacant white mask. Over each of their gloves, a wide blade extends outwards, and they seem to be quite skilled with them.

"You're finished now, foolish rabbit," the masked figure says. The voice sounds masculine, though raspy and decrepit.

"Bring it on!" she replies.

He clinks his wrist weapons together and a mass of swirling, dark purple energy manifests around them. "Shadow Blades!" he shouts as he swings his arms apart, causing two arcs of energy to cut through the air and towards the helpless heroine.

However, she uses her rabbit-like agility to hop completely over the attack, and she leaps forwards immediately after landing to backflip-kick the masked man in his chin. He reels back, but recovers quickly, and touches his weapons together once again.

"You're too slow," he mutters. "Flare Blades!" With that, both of his weapons engulf into fire.