One may notice an agitated young woman wandering in a circle near the sign, rambling to herself. She looks a mite odd, what with the contrast of silvery scale mail, shield, and short lance with her more modern clothing, rifle, and pistol, and the irritated mumbling doesn't exactly help the image. After a few minutes she finally the turns irately toward the crowd and throws her arms wide.
"So where the hell is the freaking instruction leaflet for this crap?!"