As the procession of the long lost Ikanan knights finished weaving its way past where Alex and Mathias sat Alex stood up. "Uncle Matt I'm gonna go 'head take a look see at the Prince's speech. I'd take you but ya ain't as nimble ya used to be. Sorry, I'll leave the rope so ya can get ta the ground."

Alex reached into her bag and pulled out the purple bandanna that she wore during heist. If she was going roof hopping in the daylight it was best that her face was covered. There was no one to see her put it on. The Deku family and children had moved on with the parade. Alex didn't wait for Mathias' response. She started to run quick footed and graceful, she leapt from one room to the next keeping low as she could and darting between the chimneys to avoid being seen. When she finally got to the stage that had been set up for the Prince's speech. The best rooftop stop had been taken by a family whom Alex vaguely wondered how they'd gotten up there but she paid it little mind. Alex dropped off the edge of a building and slid down the wall landing on the terrace bellow without a scratch or a sound. This balcony belonged to a shop which was unlikely to be open so she should be fine.

Alex waited as the Prince ascended the steps and removed his helmet. He was well built and attractive but Alex found him too heavy set. He'd clearly trained with a sword for years and built up a lot of muscles. Alex preferred her men to be fast and flexible. His voice however was something that caught her attention. She had of course been expecting the voice of a commander but there was something in his voice that lent itself to sincerity and compassion as well. He was clearly a skilled politician. As the speech went on Alex found herself starting to worry. The seal of the stone tower had been shattered, perhaps another artifact like the Majora's Mask was behind it. What really scared her however was that the King had heard a "Goddess" from atop the Stone Tower and that he listened to it.

Mathias had told her a thousand stories of the Stone Tower, its purpose changed a lot of the time but the one she's always taken to be accurate spoke of a tear between the realm of the living and dead that the Stone Tower contained. It was built to contain and control that tear. The doors of the tower were sealed to prevent it being flooded with the dead returned to life. That was the popular legend but it was also said that the Tower was what created the tear in the first place. It was a piece of evil magic and any one who thought it should be built higher was clearly crazed or possessed. The really worrying thing was that the crazed one in this case was someone with an immense amount of power and sway. As the Prince and Mayor retired Alex found herself wishing Mathias was still here so she could ask more about Ikana. She only knew the basic myth surrounding the undead kingdom.

Alex was shaken from her revery by a sound in the shop behind her. Clearly whoever owned the place had returned after the end of the speech. Alex quickly and quietly planted her feet on the terrace rail and pushed off grabbing the edge of the roof. This was too public she needed to move fast. Alex swung back and forth several times building up the momentum to swing herself up and onto the roof. Not as sooth as normal and surely Mathias would had chastised her if he'd seen but she had been rushed.

Alex started to run again aiming to return to the Milk Bar. She need a job to get her mind off the speech and Mathias would surely have one. As she leapt between roof tops and padded quickly over tiles something caught her eye. It was a man of large stature. He was running over the roofs with a decent amount of skill. She might have said he was a thief but there was a way to his movement that made her doubt it. He was too... showy with his movements. No thief would ever be that open especially on the rooftops.

Alex changed direction and followed after him. It wasn't long before he dropped down to the street below. She hung back above him for a moment and listen to him mutter to himself. “Put not your faith in Princes.” He said. He was clearly trying to reassure himself about the Ikanan speech. Perhaps it had rattled him.

Alex turned her back on the alley and in one swift motion she back flipped landing with grace on the box next to the man. She bent back setting one hand on the ground and bringing her legs up so that she was balancing on one hand for several second before she shifted her weight to one side doing a half cartwheel to come to a standing position in from of the roofhopper. "I find it's best not to put ya faith in nothing but yar own wits lest they take ya down a dark path." She said smiling. "Spare a few rupees for a street performer?" She could probobly make a living doing acrobatic performances but if she was being honest theft was more fun.