This was the third night and Rota was getting frustrated. The first night she left Alaric behind in the carriage to storm the night slums till morning but she found nothing of the Mountain Lilly.
She tried again the next night. She went early, a black cloak around her and her head covered in a hood. She tried to talk to some people but they avoided her.
This was the third day and she was determined to get something to Alaric, he was getting even more frustrated by the schemes of the organizations.
He had reached out to different merchants in Havenbrook and all of them had denied them.
Rota's feet echoed on the stone of the street. She didn't care about making noise if it would draw attention to her. Most of the people here are criminals or know a criminal, or help criminals.
