[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7vpzoPeW51rsy50k.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=#4dffa6][b]Location[/b][/color]: Merchant Area[/center][hr][hr]	Dorothy followed Foy into the alleyway, pulling her own weapon once he took his out. If the tracker estimated it was safe to draw a weapon, she saw no reason to argue. This was his forte, after all. Disagreement would be just as irritating to him, she imagined, as was Genevieve's insistence that she had medical training. Dorothy cared for the girl as a friend, but she doubted Genevieve knew much more than how to put on a bandage for a small scrape. Listening to Foy's words, Dorothy replayed them in her head once more, growing a little more familiar with his speech patterns. From what she understood, they were essentially examining the alleyway, in hopes that they'd get another hint as to where the woman went. 

	Dorothy stood at the ready, feeling a bit lightheaded. She hadn't had any issues with combat before and the doctor couldn't help but assume it was likely just from a lack of nourishment. They had been chasing this woman across Newhope for a while now. Or perhaps it was the smell from the sewers finally getting to her. Either way, she made no indication that anything wasn't perfectly alright. It was just a little problem, one that she was confident would go away in a moment. 

	[color=4dffa6]"Any luck?"[/color] Dorothy asked. Her own voice sounded a little distant to her, as if someone had stuck cotton balls in her ears. Definitely a bit lightheaded, then, she surmised. But nothing to be worried about. Not yet, anyways. [hr][hr][center][h1][color=8882be]Fitz Townsley[/color][/h1][img]http://www.theweirdlings.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/science.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=8882be][b]Location[/b][/color]: Town (Toy Store)[/center][hr][hr]	Fitz hadn't realized what a difficult and serious endeavor picking out a board game was. He generally just bought ones that he liked and hoped that others would enjoy as well. But then again, all of his friends had had similar tastes as he did and his sister enjoyed playing just about anything. She was always competitive, so games were a bit of a sport to her. He glanced around the store, each time getting hopeful Roy would say that game was the right one, only to hear a reason why it was rejected. Most of the reasons wouldn't have occurred to him--like the fact that people didn't like to talk about their past. 

	Fitz took the chosen game in his hands, wiping a bit of dust off of it. It seemed to be a little lonely and lost thing, amidst the crowd of other board games in the store. In many ways, it was like Fitz himself--lost in a universe filled with interesting and lively people. He smiled a bit, thinking that Roy probably was right. This game would help to get him to know people--provided he could manage to talk to them. 

	[color=8882be]"Th-thanks,"[/color] Fitz said, his stutter ever present. [color=8882be]"How much i-is it?"[/color]