Nada scampered through the crowd, her small stature making her only noticeable to the man by the glow her body had, dimmed over her chest by the Vines and twigs that made up her "armor", and to which a "sword" was attached, made from a branch and a shard of iron, only a dagger to a normal person She broke through and scampered up to the man's podium, mewling curiously