[ After Markutte provided Miranda with what she needed and more besides, she had taken the time left in the day to meander around the perimeter. Loathing to fall into any sort of indolent behaviour, she had made this something of a scouting mission while she was at it; she took notes on the architecture, its people, and occasionally stopping to re-examine one interesting purchase she made.
A strange-looking sword was fastened to her hips; it sticking out with its medieval design stark against her black and white armor that was armed to the teeth with state of the art technology. Miranda had no use for it, and it was true her only experience with swordplay was fencing lessons in her formative years. Yet something about it had drawn her in - how it was made or even what it was made from both confused and fascinated her. The sword was more a puzzle she desperately wanted solved. ]
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A strange-looking sword was fastened to her hips; it sticking out with its medieval design stark against her black and white armor that was armed to the teeth with state of the art technology. Miranda had no use for it, and it was true her only experience with swordplay was fencing lessons in her formative years. Yet something about it had drawn her in - how it was made or even what it was made from both confused and fascinated her. The sword was more a puzzle she desperately wanted solved. ]