Night fell, the air cool and brisk. With a hood covering her head, Amy made her way down the road towards the marketplace. She was dressed in plain clothing and to any other person looking at her, there was nothing that gave away her military and noble background. For the most part, the marketplace closed up shop but she wasn't particularly interested in any of the stands.

She looked around for signs of the inn she worked at, the inn where she accidentally set the kitchen on fire with her relic. To her annoyance, there was no such inn in the area. Where was once the inn now stood a bank.

"Odd, I'm sure brother's inn was right here. Did he relocate the business? I know he rebuilt the inn too. Hey pardon me miss! Do you know what happened to the 'Flying Gryphon' inn? It's where this bank should be."

"The Flying Gryphon you say? Oh the inn before this bank? Great place before it got sold off. It's tragic really. The owner and his family drowned about a year and a half ago while out on the lake fishing. The father took over the inn and sold it off and someone else built a bank in its stead. Is there anything else miss?"

"N-no. Thanks for the information. Have a safe night," Amy stammered.

"You too dear..."

She propped her back against the walls of a building in an attempt to steady herself but found herself sliding down. Tears streamed down her face no matter how hard she tried to hold them back. She sniffled and wiped her eyes. 

"Albert, I never did get to say thank you to you properly for all the things you did. Why did you have to go so soon? I was really looking forward to meeting you guys again and have a drink or two. Now, I can't even pay my respects to you and mother either. Father would have buried you in the family crypt," Amy whispered melancholy to herself.

She wiped away her tears and stood back up. "I have work tomorrow. Yes...the festival is tomorrow. The security of the royal family is at stake here. I mustn't be distracted. Please be ok..." Downing three pints of beer, Amy drifted into a dreamless sleep that night.

[b]Day of the Festival, Amayth, Arriving at West District, 11:05 AM[/b]

"Uh, lieutenant Lockwood, you feeling alright?" asked Kormac.

"No, not particularly. I had one too many pints before I went to bed," she groaned

"Celebrating the night before eh? Who would'a thought you'd do something like that? That's not like you," Kormac quipped.

"I'm not in the mood right now Kormac. Sorry."

"Oh...well, it's rare to see you so serious. Alright, I'll leave you alone then."

***Just waiting for other IC.