The streets were nearly empty at this time, and that only made the silence after Rosa's last comment more significant. When you are raised as an apprentice in a highly skilled profession, what can you say to a street urchin and a slave?
It was almost a relief when thunder rang through the town, rain wouldn't be far off.
"I'd best be getting home. Good night, Miss Rosa," She tipped her hat, "And goodnight Rhone."
She turned and headed away. Though she had her hat and coat, there wasn't much worse than pulling a merchant stall through a storm during dark hours