[center][h2][color=#FD3459][b][u]Saya Rosewell[/u][/b][/color][/h2][/center]
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With a manor closed behind Saya and Ahrem, besides for the dim streetlamp sparsed out the area felt uncomfortably dark. The moon was just coming off being new, and without the light it gave the streets were met with heavy shadow wherever the lamps couldn’t quite reach. A brief chill ran across Saya’s spine as she closed her cloak slightly more to begin moving ahead. They had a goal, and now all they had to do was find this culprit. The fact they had taken advantage of the women possibly in this way was disturbing… and if this search for cream by them was truly the reason for their absence Saya could only wonder why their criminal was doing it in the first place. Was it to simply kill them or something worse? The question hung in her head making her feel morbid, but shaking it off after she had made it a few blocks she told herself to stay hopeful. If the women were still alive, it meant she couldn’t hesitate to bring them home. [color=#FD3459]“Alright, we are looking for a rather ugly herbalist in the market… possibly selling a beauty cream still.”[/color] She spoke up to Ahrem before glancing over. [color=#FD3459]“I don’t like the thought of it… but it may be useful if I set my hood down and see if it draws their attention.”[/color] Clearly planning on using herself as possible bait for a crooked herbalist to try and sell cream, Saya was looking for either agreement or another option from Ahrem as they reach the square.

Pushing past the stalls that were being built for the festivities as well as the normal crowd looking to shop, Saya kept her eyes out for anything related to herbal medication or products. Under her cloak, her hand clutched against her chain shirt to calm herself in the case she found her target. Letting her mind remain clam for the time being as focus to find them was a necessity. If they didn’t find the crooked woman or let them run off they would have done this work for naught.