Rounding a bend Extai could see Marports gates come into site. They were made of wood and had metal enforcers that looked to be designs that reminded Extai of the sea from this distance. Outside of Marport many people could be seen walking towards the gate and many appeared to be stalling on the outside deciding whether or not to go in. Puzzled by their actions Extai stopped about 20 feet away from the city's gates and pursed her lips. Looking up she closed her eyes and listened in on the conversation of two men, of what race she couldn't tell.
"Strange things are going on in there I tell you."
"Aye. Did you hear about the latest murder?"
"Yeah, the one where the old man nearest to the dock was found clear across town with his guts hanging out?"
"That be the one. I heard tale that there's a Gytrash hiding in the woods and taking the appearance of a woman"
After that they stopped talking as loud and stated to whisper. Extai couldn't blame them. She was a woman, who was tilting her hear back in the middle of the road next to them, with her eyes closed. Straightening her neck after is started to ache she opened her eyes and turned her head to the men. She smiled and nodded to them, of course they were a little startled that she did such a thing and it made her giggle. Turning back to city she noticed something move on the left side. It didn't match the natural patterns that the shadows made. Turning her head to it she squinted, trying to depict what it was. Finding nothing out of the abnormal Extai blamed it on all the strange talk the city seemed to be infested with.
She would have stuck with that thought if it had not been the fact that the disturbance again appeared. Stepping off to the side Extai focused her energy in shifting the winds a little. Making the wind blow the opposite direction than it was originally. While this could be dangerous and a bad idea Extai managed to mimic the winds only perfectly. While holding the air current she again studied the area. Looking for the shadow that didn't follow the knew flow. The unnatural one.