The market square was empty: only to be expected of being up so early. The hooded female was leaning against a wall, hiding in the creeping shadows caused by the morning sun. There was not a soul to be seen. This would be her chance. Slipping the glove of her right hand off again, a cold air swirled around her hand. A small column of icy wind formed right in the middle of the square. It was wide, but not tall. A few seconds later, a pedestal of ice was made. The wind disappeared, and the figure looked down on it. This would be enough to get the attention of a small crowd. Hopefully, that little elf girl she met yesterday will show up. If not, this'll all be for nothing.