[h2] Madame Rose - Docks [/h2]
As she exits the office, Rose looks up and frowns as the rain falls on her face. Maybe it's a better idea to leave the slave shopping for another day. She peers at the ships on the docks, looking for familiar slavers, that might trade in young girls. She would make a mental note on that, so she can come later, or send someone.
She turns from the wharf and starts making her way back to the Delucian District, in a quick pace, asking herself why the hell she didn't think of bringing a cloak.