The overcast summer's day had given way to the kind of balmy and breezy evening that made citizens venture out of doors for their entertainment. Isuelt, having slept most of the day, missed the sun's brief appearance on its journey across the sky. Her sleep had mercifully been just that: sleep. No nightmares, no worry, no regret. Those would be deposited for later tonight, she mused as she walked the streets southward from Tori's Diner. The coffee was more than sufficient to rattle her bones into a semi-permanent state of perception. That, and she always had a spot for their blackberry pie. Isuelt enjoyed this type of evening. She always had. Back in the days of her hell-raising in Metro, she and Scorp would stay out all night reveling and running their ruthless Pack. But now, she appreciated these evenings for another reason: people out of doors were sets of watching eyes. The crimes committed, particularly in the West End were always lessened.
She had already checked in with Precinct Five of the Watch. Contrary to what some of Rhydin's inhabitants perceived, the Scathachians were not necessarily a vigilante group. They worked alongside the Watch, helping where they could and keeping the city as safe as possible. Her night was starting, but first, she had a promised stop to make.
Without her horse, she didn't reach the Spit and Scales Yard until well after sundown. She questioned whether or not the barrister would still even be around. She had pledged to call upon him tonight, but the Judge wondered if perhaps he would be in his townhouse by now. She had a cylindrical-shaped gift in her gloved left hand as she approached the door to the main building. A few lights were still on, it looked promising.
"Barrister Mallorek? It's me. Isuelt DeRomiano," leather-clad fingers knocked on the door before trying the knob. It was unlocked and the hickory door swung easily on its well-oiled hinges. "Hello?" Her hoarse voice rang out into the immediate foyer, the paper rustled around the gift in tow.
She had already checked in with Precinct Five of the Watch. Contrary to what some of Rhydin's inhabitants perceived, the Scathachians were not necessarily a vigilante group. They worked alongside the Watch, helping where they could and keeping the city as safe as possible. Her night was starting, but first, she had a promised stop to make.
Without her horse, she didn't reach the Spit and Scales Yard until well after sundown. She questioned whether or not the barrister would still even be around. She had pledged to call upon him tonight, but the Judge wondered if perhaps he would be in his townhouse by now. She had a cylindrical-shaped gift in her gloved left hand as she approached the door to the main building. A few lights were still on, it looked promising.
"Barrister Mallorek? It's me. Isuelt DeRomiano," leather-clad fingers knocked on the door before trying the knob. It was unlocked and the hickory door swung easily on its well-oiled hinges. "Hello?" Her hoarse voice rang out into the immediate foyer, the paper rustled around the gift in tow.