After her discussion with Issy and all-too-brief time spent with Skyler, Jewell left the Inn and went home as fast as possible. Flashy dress clothes were abandoned in favor of something more practical for traveling in the night unseen: black leather pants, tight fitting shirt and sweatshirt. Her black curls were tightly coiled into a bun and the hood of the sweatshirt pulled up over that. The only things left bear were her hands, she even had a scarf to cover her mouth. All loose ends were tucked away—she was streamlined and safe from snagging on anything.
The final touch were her favored steel toed boots. It was impressive how light footed and silent she was in them still; it probably helped that she didn't have to touch the ground if she didn't want to.
With a number of thin, hiltless blades secured on her person she left her house and moved into the West End. She wasn't exactly sure who or what she was looking for so she just kept her eyes and ears open for everything and anything.
She spent the first few hours moving up and down the districts, traveling via the rooftops. The distance between buildings was easily traversed with the aid of magic or a light-footed leap. When her steady vigil failed to yield anything she took up a perch on one of the higher buildings around two in the morning. She kept her look-out over the dilapidated buildings and streets, the night chill settling into her limbs.
The final touch were her favored steel toed boots. It was impressive how light footed and silent she was in them still; it probably helped that she didn't have to touch the ground if she didn't want to.
With a number of thin, hiltless blades secured on her person she left her house and moved into the West End. She wasn't exactly sure who or what she was looking for so she just kept her eyes and ears open for everything and anything.
She spent the first few hours moving up and down the districts, traveling via the rooftops. The distance between buildings was easily traversed with the aid of magic or a light-footed leap. When her steady vigil failed to yield anything she took up a perch on one of the higher buildings around two in the morning. She kept her look-out over the dilapidated buildings and streets, the night chill settling into her limbs.