[i]Geez, it's fucking cold out here,[/i] Natalia thought to herself, as she pulled her grey shawl more tightly around her shoulders, bracing herself against the wind. As she surveyed the area, only just preparing to start her day at nearly noon, she couldn't help but notice a man (or really, a boy, although in the current climate all of the citizens of Dyomi had likely had to grow up as fast as she had). He seemed to be making observations himself, and when his eyes flickered in her direction, she took cover behind one of the several stands local merchants boasted. She watched as he took a puff out of a bushel, and envied the man, as she was looking to get her own fix of Parem. Just when she thought about approaching him and asking what exactly she could do to earn a puff or two of that bushel, the man disappeared into a nearby building, and Natalia rounded the corner just in time to bump into a member of none other than the Razorgulls. Natalia swallowed hard.

Luckily for her, though, this particular Gull had been one of her previous... 'clients', and he recognized her. "Hey, you'd better watch where you're going, Lady N. You know well enough that this side of the tracks is tougher than your rich-bitch, fairytale town on the upper side. You're lucky it's me that you ran into." He winked at her, and made a sly attempt to wrap his arm around her.

"Not today, pal." She gave him a quick smile, even flashing teeth, and he sighed, letting go of her and walking off with a grumble. Natalia let out a sigh of relief of her own, and then continued toward her destination. She did, indeed, have a destination, she just wasn't expected to be there for another couple of hours; but, since her attempt at sneaking a puff off of a local's bushel had been thwarted, she decided that she might as well enter the small bar/inn that was tucked away in an alley, just off of one of the main streets of the Slate. On her way in, she passed several of the tavern's regulars, along with some other unfamiliar faces, and when she reached the door there was a hooded figure standing against a wall nearby. 

"Excuse me," Thalia muttered in the direction of the hooded figure, knocking on the door three times and waiting for someone to open it and let her in so that she could await her newest job assignment, which would hopefully pay rather nicely. She needed all the money and resources she could carry, if she were ever to get out of this wasted city and reunite with her sister...