Snippet #2519414

Iaira made her way back to where she had left Ulysses' and their...admirer, undoubtedly frustrated that they had lost one of their targets. The city of Drakon slowly seemed to rustle into wakefulness around her, lights in high windows, a distant howl somewhere in the distance. Event the dogs in this city were restless. She heard the low rumble of military boots on pavement, male voices speaking in a harsh accent. When she elected they were close enough, she pressed herself deeper into the wall of a narrow alley, awaiting them to pass.
It wasn't long before she found them; they were on the roof, and the stranger figure had pooled its hood down, revealing a seemingly young girl. Iaira pulled herself back into the safe shadow of Ioreth's threshold and awaited their descend, resting her back on the stone wall, briefly shifting to adjust her weight on one leg, arms crossing over her chest.