[center][h2][color=#FD3459][b][u]Saya Rosewell[/u][/b][/color][/h2][/center]
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Saya moved with a quick suggestion from Ahrem to head towards the watchmen they could find. The two they could nearby inside the guardhouse were eating what looked to be their lunch, a rather pungent fish stew. As they talked between bites Saya could overhear quiet curses about the upcoming festivities and how they brought more trouble for the guard. Unlawful and unruly characters like to also show up with the oncoming festival, and the guards were none too pleased about having to work longer shifts and deal with such commotion. Their mood already hampered, Saya carefully stepped forward and spoke up towards the men. [color=#FD3459]“Sorry to interrupt, but I was hoping one of you could tell us more about the posting on missing women.”[/color] The guards glanced over momentarily as they took a last bite of their stew, faces clearly indicating their annoyance at being approached. The larger of the two leaned back in his chair with a groan and spoke up with his chin held high. 

[color=yellow]“Look what we got ‘ere. A hedge knight and a beggar priest. They want to ‘elp us do our jobs. That’s just peachy, ‘innit Frank?”[/color] Across the table, the smaller but more wide eyed guard immediately spoke back 

[color=green]“Oh yes, peachy indeed, ‘arold!”[/color]

[color=yellow]“Why don’t you two sleuths make for Founder’s Bridge Keep. Can’t you see we are on our lunch break?”[/color] Harold spat out in response.

Saya was displeased and glanced away, hand going up to her necklace to hold it as she noted she probably doesn’t want to leave that visible to others. She had kept it safe for several years, but it seemed to call attention by the way the guards acted. However, she didn’t give up and tried to play into the guards desire to feel superior. So, she bowed and attempted once more.

[color=#FD3459]“Please, if you could just tell us anything at all about the missing women we would be grateful, and we’ll leave to be out of mind.”[/color] While this genuinely annoyed her to have to deal with guards like this, sometimes she knew she needed to play along. But, in this case she failed as Harold began to suck his teeth aloud.

[color=yellow]“Talk to Sergeant  Rieburt at the keep, e’ll ‘elp ya! Now off with you both!”[/color] he spoke before spooning up one more large bite of his lunch ignoring Saya who turned around to Ahrem and whispered.

[color=#FD3459]“Let’s just do that then…”[/color]