It just so happened as Fallon's foot dropped to the ground floor that she heard Aignéis' voice. Although the boss' voice always demanded attention, there were times she could somehow add that extra edge, making it clear that she expected a prompt response. Fallon was thankful she wasn't busy for the moment, as her current position on Aignéis' 'good side' was by no means a permanent one. But the young elf woman was very confident. After all, it wasn't difficult to please the brothel's head elf. All you had to do was do your job, learn what was expected of you, and most importantly of all: not fail to earn your pay.

It wasn't just Aignéis who would throw a girl out for not earning their stay. Too many times had Fallon seen customers run out without paying, leaving the girls they'd laid with to deal with the consequences. And any girl who thought giving out a free treat was a good idea would be much worse off. Usually Fallon demanded to be paid up front, which often solved the problem. She'd learned to do this about two years after living in her first brothel. Her customer at the time was somewhat regular, coming in once or twice a month trying out different girls. Fallon had learned from the others that he always tried to bargain a price, but he was desperate enough to pay the proper fee. When the time came that he ended up with Fallon, he thought he would take advantage of her young and delicate age and tried to take off without paying. That was also when Fallon learned the lesson that you could defend pushing a man down the stairs if he stole from you. Thankfully, she'd been able to avoid that situation since she started taking their coin first.

Fallon shook the memories from her head as she navigated through the dusty rooms of the building, her ears twitching in response to the voices she was following. Aignéis and Myla were conversing about the girl who was hanging from a thread at the brothel. They'd mentioned the girl's name, but Fallon still didn't bother paying attention to it. When she'd reached the two, she hardly raised an eyebrow at Myla on the table. It wasn't an unusual sight. "You should take Isi," Myla said to Aignéis, ignoring Fallon's presence. Fallon didn't mind. Although they were never on bad terms, they had an unspoken agreement that they simply existed around each other and not much more.

When Myla left with her 'date,' Aignéis too did not speak a word, simply gestured for Fallon to follow. Fallon dipped her head in response, though she wished she'd worn a more modest dress today. But there was no time to change now as they were quickly breezing out the door. Obviously there was business to attend to. On the way through, Fallon unhooked a thin shawl from beside the door. As an escort, she was often required to leave the brothel, and the Blight was not a safe place for a whore in revealing cloth. Thus, the girls all made sure to cover their chests, shoulders, and arms before leaving to go anywhere. Nobody complained if one wore another's clothing.

Outside, life was bustling as always: urchins ducked in and out of shadowy alleyways, gnomes and elves alike pulling covered carts for delivery to market stalls, pixies flitting about here and there as though they couldn't decided where to go or what to do. One could almost look at the scene and feel cheerful, if it weren't for the sounds of angry shouts and loud sobs in the distance, and the scent of excrement, trash, and smog in the air.

"May I ask where we are headed?" said Fallon, quickly draping the shawl around her as she matched Aignéis' pace. She was curious as to why she'd been specifically requested, but didn't dare question it. She assured herself it couldn't be a bad thing, and that she would find out soon enough. It was obviously for business, and if Aignéis wanted Fallon's presence for it, it could only be a good sign.