It's to be expected, huh? [When so many strange people come through their borders, they'd have to have made an adaptable system for themselves or be left behind.

At the question, Padparadscha waves a hand, drawing their (extremely long) sword from where it's been hanging behind their legs and slinging it across their shoulders rather casually. The blade is deep black, and shines like some kind of gem.]

I may not be part of the Sentry, but sentry duty comes naturally to me. So sometimes I wander the city and see whether I'm needed anywhere. What about you, little one?