A young woman walks along a back alley, hoping to avoid the men with tattoos of a black gull with white-tipped wings. She sighs softly as they pass by her, and slips into the morning crowds of the slate. To hide her face, she pulls the hood of her coat up, inconspicuous in the cold. She passes a brick building with a lion gracing the left side, and pauses for a moment, before she ducks into a tavern beside it. She sits at the counter, tossing her hood back. The bartender grins when he recognizes her. [color=f49ac2]“Good morning. A room, if you please.”[/color] The woman’s light accent distracted anyone watching from where the golden coins had come from, until she slid them onto the counter. 

When she had settled down in her usual room, she takes out a wrinkled piece of paper. Her likeness was on it, alongside big black letters: WANTED- Lost Daughter of a rich and prominent Mavikan merchant. In small letters under her picture: Fedosia Markov. Fedosia lights a match and uses the paper to light the fireplace. She cleans up and leaves, keeping her hood up until she reaches the northern area of the city.