She stepped through the Asura Gate from the ruins under reconstruction that used to be Lion's Arch. Heaving a relieved sigh, pleased to be out of the relentless moist heat, she wiped her forehead with the back of her gloved left hand and looked around. The sunglasses bathed the place in a tint of sepia, but she knew it was not the most colourful place with or without them. Although a norn might seem terribly out of place in a place like this, she felt right at home. Stepping over the edges of the enormous cogs making up the street, she made her way straight to the Gladium Canton without hesitation. This was by no means her first visit to the Black Citadel, nor was it likely to be the last. The leather creaked as the straps of her bulging backpack cut into her shoulders - she made a mental note to make broader and more comfortable straps whenever she had the chance - since her load was heavy.
A thud followed by a high-pitched squeak and a deep rumbling voice growling out a string of curses told her she was certainly in the right place. She slipped her backpack off and dropped it by her feet, causing a rather indiscreet clanking noise. After rolling her shoulders to loosen them up, the blonde pushed the sunglasses up onto her bandana-covered head and took in the scene before her.