As Faustina blended in with the crowd, she wandered to the alleyways like a housecat sauntering off to venture on the streets. She wanted to curse herself for not bringing at least a cloak—or a pair of shoes—her boots—in this 'quest.' Hitting herself, face-palming would serve her right. Now she lost her shoe in the middle of the crowd.
Maybe Maddie would pick it up?
Faustina scowled. Maybe that would be... odd?
Faustina reached the alleyways later than she expected. The message arrived shortly and she's late. There are already several alleyways in the capital, and they were usually dead-end; almost—or on the verge of losing hope—Faustina found a narrow lane, or a path, similar to a passageway. It was not a dead end.
