Fae, unable to see as well in the growing twilight of evening, pushed back her hood and looked straight toward the sky. Her memory nudged her stomach, which growled low and angry at her. She remembered the guard, and the promise she had made.

That strange guard...there was something not quite right about her. She couldn't put her finger on it. Something in the way she walked and spoke.

Fae shook her head, tossing that thought away as the product of her fear. Her hand reached into her pocket, fingers curling around the few coppers she had managed to shake out of the people in the Kensington District and the Lystar Community. She should have carried more coin, but her conscience couldn't help giving aid to the innocent people harmed in the riot, and she only asked a fee of those who she deemed unworthy.

A riot you helped cause, stupid girl!

Her hand slipped out of her pocket and dropped to her side. After a moment of deliberation she decided it would be best to make a quick pass though the Rumwell District to check if any of the abandoned children were too badly hurt before dropping off her coin and supplies. She knew better than to go to the Boneyard to meet a strange mercenary carrying everything of value she owned in this miserable world. But apparently, she didn't know better than to arrange such a meeting to begin with.

Winding her way through the Rumwell alleyways, she walked in the growing darkness until two voices stilled her. Even though Rumwell was mostly populated by children, those children could be dangerous. And the patrons and owners of the secret charity houses could be even worse.
Best to wait...
She craned her head around the corner to peer into the darkness beyond. A hooded figure was entering a building. One she had never paid much mind to before. She held her position until the figure exited again, some long minutes later, and held her breath until the sound of footsteps started to fade. Then and only then did consider it safe to continue on her way.