Lilian walked, tiredly, through the market. The various instruments in her pouches gently knocking into each other with each step she took. The feint dinging of metal could be heard as she weaved her way through the busy afternoon crowds. She was beginning to become rather frustrated with how difficult she was finding it to get through this part of the city. She rather desperately wanted to get home, or rather, her home away from home at the society. From her current position it was considerably closer than her own home and she was much too exhausted to walk farther than she needed to. 

She had spent much of the previous day and all of last night on her feet. Her mother had, once again, gotten herself into a spot of trouble. A rumor had started to spread among the upper class that the recently dead Major Dvorak did not die of old age but at the hand of Mrs. McClellen. It was far from unusual for rumors to pop up now and again concerning her family, more specifically her mother. After all, its hard not to raise suspicions when you end up in the wills of so many individuals. But such rumors rarely caused issue of any notable sort and disappeared as quickly as they surfaced. This time however, it seemed as though the rumors were not going away and it was having a – as her mother put it- damaging effect on the McClellen reputation. 

At her parent's behest she was to find a way bring these rumors to their immediate end. She despised being taken away from her work but there was little she would not do for her family. And while she did not understand the importance of a persons reputation she would not stand for her mother being accused of murder. And so she spent a long time scouring the city to find out why the rumor was having such a drastic effect on her families reputation. Her search led her to several lords and ladies, all of whom where related to the late Major Dvorak and who were rather displeased a substantial amount of their inheritance had to be shared with Mrs.McClellen. From what she could gather, their aim was to discredit her enough that no one would ever trust her near their dying loved ones.

After a considerable amount of effort to simply uncover the truth of the matter she decided to take care of this issue in the simplistic manner possible. In the end she reasoned out the simplest solution was to blackmail the lot of them. A rather trivial action to take as during her investigation into each of them she managed to uncover quite the myriad of nasty secrets. The majority of the past five hours consisted of informing each of them anonymously of what would happen should they continue to spread nasty lies. She even used the information to get one of them -one with the least influence- arrested for some of his dirty secrets, just to really drive home that she was not sending empty threats. 

Confident the matter was well taken care of she decided she had earned a proper rest before resuming her studies. As she did not like using a carriage if she could avoid it she had spent the entire time on her feet. And while her heeled boots were rather comfortable, at this point it was like walking barefoot over stones. 

Quickly turning down an alley Lilian made her way to much larger street that, while still held many people, was large enough that everyone was spread out and she could move with more ease. Tired as she was she still made a point to observe everyone and everything going on. There was far too much to take in and she had already wasted enough time on her families affairs as it was. As she walked she made mental notes about things she saw, categorizing them as either interesting, relevant, or society matters. As she spent the most time in the city out of everyone it was usually her who was responsible for debunking or reporting the many frauds that continued to crop up in the city. On this day however, one thing she noted as being rather interesting, was a familiar gentleman driving a carriage. While she cared little for the goings on of the upper class she had made it a point to memorize the faces of the members of the society and she was very much sure that it was Adam Ware's personal attendant, Ren. Closer inspection revealed that he was driving Adam's personal carriage, which meant Adam was out and about. 

Lilian smiled wide. If Adam was out then there was a good chance something interesting was happening. He rarely disappointed her when it came to delegating tasks as it always led to her learning something new or truly putting her skills to the test. Of course if Adam was merely taking care of some trivial matter she could at the very least get off her aching feet and catch a ride to the societies manor. She would  miss out on what the day had to offer her brain but she would willing accept that loss if it meant a rest. Of course, she first had to catch up with the carriage.

Based on it's direction and how much congestion was in the streets at the moment she new Ren would take the most open path, which would lead him under a walking bridge not far away. Moving fast, and ignoring the pain in her feet, she cut through the crowds and several ally ways to emerge but a few steps from the bridge. She briskly walked over to a bench on top of the bridge and sat down, doing her best to position herself in a way that would suggest she was entranced by the view the bridge offered. She then willed her mind to leave her body and in an instant she was standing, unseen, in front of her not lifeless body. 

Grabbing a hold of the bridges railing Lilian heaved herself over to landed soundlessly on the path below. As she suspected Ren had taken the path she deduced he would and was now headed straight for her. Taking off at top speed, her projected feet feeling no pain, she headed straight toward the carriage. As they passed each other she grabbed hold of one of the railings meant to assist in getting out of the vehicle and used it to pull herself on to the roof. She then claimed across and sat next to Ren and placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. As per usual the man did no react to her touch and continued focusing on the task at hand. Moving closer she whispered into his ear “Stop under the bridge ahead.” which was met with a curt nod. Lilian then willed herself back to her body and in a blink she found herself back on the bench just in time to see Adam's carriage disappear beneath the bridge. 

Using a nearby set of stone steps Lilian made her way to the lower level to meet with the carriage. Ren had in fact stopped the carriage and was patiently waiting for her. She gave him a large smile and a wave “Thanks!” which was met with very elegant bow of the head that she assumed was meant to show respect. 

Not bothering to knock she entered the carriage and sat down on a seat across from Adam who, as per usual, did not seem at all surprised to see her. She had grown used to him knowing when she was about to turn up and so rarely announced her presence to him anymore.  

“Good afternoon Mr.Ware.” The carriage jumped to life as Ren continued on his way. “Fancy meeting you in the city like this.” She smiled. Over the past few years she and Adam had developed somewhat of a friendship. At least that is what she considered it to be, whether or not the feeling was mutual was a thought that never occurred to her. She liked Adam, he fascinated her to no end, and was always willing to listen to her ramble on about any subject she wished. As far as she was concerned that was all she needed to consider someone a friend. 

“So...” she said taking on a more serious tone “Is there a matter that could use my assistance with? Or have I interrupted you on a personal errand?”