Through the empty streets, the metronome of a stave clacking against the ground grows closer to the turmoil that has risen with the jailers newly arriving in town. Looking left to right, the figure of the small, petite girl with flowing yet greasy hair seemed to be rather disappointed by the destruction that took place while she was gone. "You'd think for such a well known guild, this people would be well off on there own, able to handle things while I am gone. But alas, this is not the case" she says in a dramatic monolog to herself as she trails on. "I suppose that being within the fairy tale guild, I too should do my part" she says as she looks around the town."Now if I could just find someone!" She finally pouted aloud.