[i]South Side of Estermere[/i]

Elric caught the bottle, as he dropped his book down to the street. He opened it up and took a sip of it, "Much appreciated." He picked up his book and followed Tirarian back to his house.
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[i]Elric's Abode.[/i]

Remington rolled his eyes as the little brat mentioned it was [i]fun[/i]. [i]This job could have been so much quicker.[/i] Remington thought to himself as he continued searching. [i]WHY SO MANY BOO-[/i] A new thought occurred to him. "Did you say 'Sir Jerry' or Surgery?" Remington inquired, making sure to emphasize the pause between Sir Jerry. He pulled out a book and checked out its spine. Internally he was lamenting how long it was taking. 
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[i]Harkness Street[/i] 

"She sang like da-da-da..." The child remarked, unable to say daddy, for he knew that his father was gone, long gone. The mother of the boy wiped off the rest of the boy's tear and snot from him and wiped it on her tunic, where there was already a large concentration of it. "You've been remarkably good... Why don't I get you something nice to eat?" She said, as the boy hugged the woman, "Okay Mommy~!" He released the hug as he stood up, glancing up at the woman, "You'll be able to get food too right? I don't want Mommy to be hungry." The mother gave a small smile, "I'll be alright, as long as I can see your smiling face Hawk." The woman's stomach growled as she led the boy, named Hawk, down the opposite way of the street that the Kansai went down. 

Another man, who drank from a dingy green bottle and sitting in the muck and mire, peered at Delvin. "... Did that man just talk to himself?" He mused to himself as he took the bottle and had a sip from it.
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[i]Smith's Smithy[/i]

Rowan blinked as his face contorted into a frown. "Pucksy place is in ruins you say? Ack! Well I'm glad you didn't suffer from it!" He said expressing quite a bit of concern. He chuckled, "Oh same ol' naggin' for the Beast of Burden o' the house." He glanced at the sword, as he lifted it up and began inspecting it. Rowan coughed as he then spoke in a falsetto, "Rowan! You spilled your mug of ale! Rowan, I need you to watch Roslyn!" Rowan then spoke more normally, "Dad! I can't watch Roslyn! Dad! I need the forge! Dad, the roofing fell and I have to go to the bakery, can you handle it!?" Rowan paced the area as he told the story, and placed the sword back down near the anvil. "Yeah, gonna make a nice amount of coin dealing with that. Yeah, I can get it done by tomorrow, charge a bit more for moving it up in the list..." Rowan pondered.

"Dad!" A voice called out. Rowan glanced over, "Well, welcome back Ben!"