RP example: Cinder wove lithely around the many dragons milling in the Scarab Point Marketplace. Most didn't glance her direction, but if they had, they would have noticed the tell-tale amber pendant bouncing on her neck. It was carved in the shape of a scarab, the Amber Scarabs' symbol. She ducked around someone's wing and slipped into the shadows of the healer's shop. The building was made of dried river mud, crumbling in places, and held up by battered wooden supports. Like most typical SandWing structures, it wasn't typical at all. There were two rooms on the lower level and another room above the wooden rafters which held up the ceiling. A dusty curtain of a faded rusty red hung over the low archway which formed the entry. A small window in one wall provided a view of a narrow alleyway. The other window, next to the entry, showed a view of the bustling market. And in a back corner was a palm wood door. However, despite the shabby appearances of the walls, doors, and windows, the small chamber was actually quite pleasant. A woven rug of various green cactus fibers adorned the floor. Cinder fondly remembered weaving that very same rug, back in the days of her training. It was good to know an old friend was keeping something to remember her by. Speaking of which... she glanced up at the nervous male SandWing coming into the chamber. Her tone was cool and wary as she asked her first question, "Where have you been hiding all this time?"
