[h3]Averine City Docks[/h3]
As the morning continues to unfold and the rain begins to hammer down all over the city and nearby countryside the docks get busier and busier. Ships continue to set sail and make port, always on a tight schedule. Men and women from all sorts of different places, now living in warehouses by the docks start their jobs, they haul crates from place to place, and set up market stalls. Stronger and more experienced workers load and unload cargo, cover hulls in tar and make much needed repairs to many of the ships which are docked in port. A merchant, taking advantage of the rain offers cheap woollen and leather hoods to passers by.

Wealthier residents of the docks living in rented apartments or perhaps even houses also begin to show themselves, made distinguishable from the rest mostly due to a lack of enforcement of the old sumptuary laws of the land. These richer people head in all directions for many a purpose, the few of them who remain in the docks are most likely ship-masters, retired mercenaries and wealthy merchants who import and export expensive foreign goods.

Guards lazily wander the docks in pairs breaking up any fights which might have gone too far and searching for ne'er-do-wells to arrest. A gigantic, self-proclaimed captain of a new company of mercenaries dressed in a gleaming steel half-plate and matching barbute helmet patrols the wharf, calling out to all who will hear him: "The Band of the Blue are seeking able bodied men and women to hunt monstrous beasts to the far east in exchange for coin!"

[h3]Velta Burr[/h3]
Velta's assistant disappears out of the back door at her command to ensure that her merchandise are clean and presentable as Velta checks through a diminutive pile of mostly uninteresting mail, the seal upon one of the letters however, catches her eye. The letter addressed to her bears the red wax seal of House Sauvage and penned in a neat, professional hand. it reads:

"[i]To one most revered Velta Burr of Averine City

I am writing to you today on behalf of Lady Sauvage who has need of the unique services you offer. House Sauvage requires a young Sethkra'Vesh of either sex which must be healthy-bodied and no older than 11, failing that a pair of equally healthy adults at breeding age will suffice should you be willing to forfeit your bonus payment. You will be compensated for your efforts in acquiring these resources at 250% of your usual rate, additionally should Lady Sauvage find herself particularly pleased by the skilled and loyal servant you provide in the years to come, a small estate outside of Averine City with land included will be added to your payment. Should you find our Lady's terms agreeable she requests that you enclose a reply along with this letter within an envelope addressed to myself as soon as you are able.

Gareth Nolani, Financial and business administrator of House Sauvage
House Sauvage
Averine City[/i]"

Whether or not the letter is fake it's difficult to tell, but if it is a fake then it certainly is convincing, and it is common knowledge that one Gareth Nolani does indeed handle all of Lady Sauvage's business dealings.

[h3]Madame Rose[/h3]
The Garden was by no means bustling this early in the morning, but that is not to say it is barren. Men and women of varying social standing trickle in and out as the morning progresses, leaving and entering through the front door. Some wake up late, hungover and groggy from the previous evening's misdeeds and have to rush to dress and make it to wherever they might work.

As the Madame left the Brothel to make her way south to the docks many a passer by would, as always, react to her in different ways. Where some frown and share a venomous whisper between one another, some stare, some ignore her and some throw a fleeting glance in her direction, others smile, nod and wave. Madame Rose was well known in the Delucian district, for good or ill, and regardless of her overall reputation and what everyone in the city thought of her most knew who she was one way or another. 

Once rows of well built apartments, houses and cottages slowly became rarer in favour of the frequently run down and the ramshackle she could tell she was nearing the seafront. By now Rose was getting uncomfortably damn, people buzzed by her and far fewer seemed to know who she was as she passed by the Siren's Pride tavern which marks the end of the Delucian district and the beginning of the port.