As festivities filled the streets with laughter and barks of glee, Constance arrived with foreign feelings infecting her. She looked down at the little girl holding her hand. "Where did you say she was? Which kitchen is it?" Constance asked. The girl looked around, finally pointing at the gargantuan fortress in the center of the city. The corner they were standing on seemed to darken, as Constance's eyes seemed to waver a bit. What was she going to do, just go up, knock three times, and tell them "I need to get to the kitchen?"

"My momma's a good cook," The girl assured. Constance offered a small smile. "Oh yeah? Does she make food for the guards?"
"Naa, the King!"
Constance looked down, eyes wide.
"Yaa, she's awesome. She's been gone a few days though," She added. "We always hang out on the festival." Constance pursed her lips. She already promised the kiddo they would find her...

She carried the girl now, as they wound around the streets. People were rejoicing around them still, and Constance gave polite smiles to all of them if they looked at her. She [i]might've[/i] looked a bit strange in all her armor with a shield and halberd on her back, and a kid on her hip, but a promise was a promise. Something seemed to pull her towards the castle, and it wasn't the girl's mom. It gave the feeling of watching one of her siblings getting lost in the tunnels, even getting hurt, or just being in danger. Looking up at the castle as it rose above the streets, she knew she had to get in.

Smoke and decadent smells poured out of a few widows on the eastern side of the keep. Bums seemed to be hanging around the grounds of the whole citadel, wanting to get some gold coins from officials, but they sat here especially, like dogs waiting for meat to be thrown in a cage. The snake around her neck had been sleeping up until now. Whether that was from the smell of food or the sense of danger, who knew. The two heads seemed to be on guard, whichever it was. The homeless seemed to look at her as if she were a piece of that meat about to be chucked to the wind, but she tried not to acknowledge any fear. An iron gate was barred the one entrance into a small courtyard it seemed. She put the girl down, who gazed on curiously at what she was about to do. Looking, and assuring to herself no guards were nearby, she attempted to find some strength deep within herself, and tried to bend the bars.