"You disgusting puddle of rat piss! Get your stank ass back where it belongs! Urgh you should be executed for polluting the air with your stench." It was odd, watching a slim raggedy figure get pushed down a flight of stairs
from far above perched on top of a tower, and at same time know it's you getting manhandled. Not that Egan couldn't feel the rough circulation-killing grip on his right arm, or the trust that made his skeletal body, pick off a little from the ground as it was shoved downward into the aqueducts levels of Lithe. The lower rank guards that petrol the sub-terrain entrances of Lithe to make sure the poor stay in their place, were the dumbest of the bunch. They threw their heads back in laughed, and then she was airborne watching the reflection of the setting sun upon Lithe's sparkling walls.

He turned his attention to the here and the now, he had a smirk, it never stopped amazing him just how easy it was to infiltrate Lithe. Maybe they should have more Roses but then how would the weeds feel special. He moved on further down the aqueducts, he could hear the never-ending rush of water that flowed throughout the sewers the great veins of the underworld, pumping the life giving element in and out of Lithe. The little foots steps of scurrying rats almost made him feel nostalgic, he couldn't help it he was home again after all. The foul smell of sewage made him aware that he was nearing a fork in the tunnel, he turned right towards the clean water where most of the people would be gathering for their super.

The pungent perfume of fried rat, rat on a stick, rat stew, and for those who were lucky enough to have flour, rat pot pie, permeated the air around him. "One bronze piece for a pie!", "brand new pants only 15 years old, all the wholes have been patched up real nice! Hey you, you look like you can use some new-ish pants!" It was funny the way the improvised merchants of the underworld mirrored their above level counter parts in some ways. He passed them by. "Please sir, do you have any food? My sister and I haven't anything to eat," it was times like these that Egan was almost glad he was blind. He could almost imagine what they looked like little boy and even littler girl, rags for clothes, ribs visible through the wholes of the cloth. "Here you go," He gave them half of a loath of bread and a piece of smoked ham. He continued walking "THIS IS REALLY GOOD THANKS!!!" He walked by a throng of windows, orphans, and old beggars, giving them each a piece of gold. He had to pick up the pace before he became overwhelmed with pleas. This was adding fuel to his fire.

Finally he reached another fork in the aqueduct, and then another. He came to a place far from any gathered crowds. A enormous pipe just above his carried the water up to the surface, he was right below West Lithe, and consequently it's most prestigious magical library, that was open to all of the upper-class public who studied magic. He needed to play the role of bandit tonight if he was to ever play the role of liberator. He withdrew his black kite from his coat, traced a small circle on the ground with it while chanting, and instantaneously a breeze came from both sides of the tunnel he was in, then gathered around him. He jumped into the water, he was inside of a man sized bubble.

With a loud metallic ringing of her bell, Mamimi announced the closing of her little stand in the middle of the marketplace. It was only mid-day, but she couldn't leave things to anyone else. No one knew the herbs and how to combine them like she did. Well, her mentor did, but he was away on business. She waited for any last minute buyers. When no one came, she wrapped up her reagents in a satchel. It took longer than usual, because her assistant was off running her errands for her. She buckled the satchel to the harness she wore in place of a shirt and fastened her cloak closer around her body.

Mamimi often wished she still had her right arm, but she managed to live without it for this long and could continue to do so. She ducked around a corner and after checking to make sure no one was watching, she began to scale a dilapidated old brick structure. In the second floor was where she stored her goods and tools, so she deposited her cache here. She unbuckled her satchel and dropped it to the floor, and then with a grin she leapt out of the window across the room from her entrance and started her free-run. She usually kept to the upper quarters, on account of the quality of rooftops there, but she had to make it to the den for a meeting with her clan.

The joy of the run never left her, even though she had done it a thousand times. However, they say that familiarity breeds contempt, and it is true. After making one particularly risky jump, one that she had made a thousand times before, the tiles on that specific section of roof gave way and sent her plummeting to the ground. Luckily for her, a peasant was moving a cart of hay and there weren't any pitchforks in it. With a loud "Oof!" she disappeared into the cart. Unfortunately, the impact force of her body broke the axle of it and she was ejected roughly.

After struggling to her feet, Mamimi brushed the stray hay off her body and pulled a bit out of her hair. With a calm and practiced eye, she scanned the crowd in front of her for Roses, whilst internally she was on the verge of hyperventilation. She thought she was clear until she turned and saw two Roses staring. One was a rather older man, whom she knew to be Kurone, but the younger one she didn't recognise. It didn't really matter anyway, as as soon as she noticed the two, she turned and took off full blast.

"Well holy shit!" The midday bell of the marketplace has rung a little while before, many shopkeepers choosing to take a siesta to reopen at the cooler parts of the day when more people were around. It was a common time for pickpockets, so Kenneth had been expected perhaps a few errant thiefs and squabbles. What he hadn't been expecting was a woman to fall from the sky (well, from a rooftop) and crash into a cart. He immediately dropped the clothes, running in the direction of the fallen woman.

"Are you alright?"

The cart that she had landed on was now a right mess, the axle snapped. By all accounts the woman (at least he thought it was a woman, the cloak she was wearing did obscure the lines of her body) should be laying in a heap after such an insane accident. Rather than reply, the woman bounded up with a wild look, locking on to him and Kurone with a look he recognized all to well.

Fear. Guilt.

A moment later the woman (the face was feminine enough for him to say that definitely now) bolted in the opposite direction. If she had just crashed, he probably would have been fine just asking her what she was doing and letting her go. But now she had just destroyed the property of an innocent bystander, and ran away from the proper authorities. Something was certainly up.

"Kurone, we've got a runner!" In retrospect he might have wanted to ask Kurone if he knew this person, as the older man had a greater amount of experience in the region, but DAMN if that girl couldn't run. "I'm going after her!"

Even weighted down by his light armor, he managed to go after the woman at a pretty decent clip. "Stop right there! You've damaged private property, cease your flight at once!" She certainly wouldn't, but now no one could complain that he hadn't tried things by the book.