Agnes watched as people passed by the alley she hid in. Sure, she had finally managed to get a small hovel nearby, but she was more comfortable outside. It also gave her a sense that she was nearly untouchable, since anyone looking for her would have to go out of their way to find her. It's also why she slept in other people's homes instead of her own. But now, no one seemed very interesting to her. They all seemed too...nice.

She almost didn't notice when a hand slipped into one of her pockets. She caught it, though it had already left her pocket with nothing in it. The little boy looked terrified, and her claws digging into his arm didn't help at all. She supposed it would be better that way. Maybe he'd tell his friends not to mess with the crazy lady with the weird eyes. "Picking pockets is a lot less efficient than writing a contract, you know. Study. Get better at everything. If I catch you again, I take the arm." She let go, and the boy ran away crying. It's not like she had anything in her pockets to steal. Regardless, she put her hand in.

It seemed the boy was an even worse thief than she thought; there was even more in her pocket than before. Specifically, a card she'd never seen anything like before. The details on it were quite masterful, down to the point she could almost read writing on the scroll the figure in it was holding, and she swore the blood coming from the eyes of the person being touched move. The one with the scroll looked very...calm. She liked it. But then she noticed there as writing on it. "I know what Gaedren has done to you. He has wronged me as well, I know where he dwells, but I cannot strike at him. Come to my home 3 Lancet Street at sunset. Others like you will be there. Gaedren must face his fate, and justice be done." She smiled. She didn't care so much about him anymore. Sure he hurt her, but without him, she wouldn't have met the man who taught her the powers of the gods. But she could at least return the favor of bringing him near death. It was only fair.

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Perched on the rooftop of an abandoned home, Halzyne was also people-watching. However, she was truly alone. She wanted to cleanse this city. She was sure there had to be someone below worth saving, but there was too much corruption for it to happen without her help. And it would take more than just her to do it. If it weren't for the few good people in this city, she'd just light a torch and burn it to the ground. But she had to practice mercy, not just bathe them all in cleansing fire. And there was no way she could be redeemed if she resorted to the base instincts of her race.

She walked across the rooftop slowly. Thankfully, even though it wasn't meant to be a balcony, it was wide enough to be. A window waited at the end, and she went through it to find a couple other people. No one she recognized as a "dangerous type" thankfully, especially since all of them were quite drugged up. She wished she could help them, but there was nothing she could do once it was already in their systems. Instead, she walked out of the house, making sure her wig was still in place before appearing in public. She walked toward her home, spear in hand.

When she arrived, she immediately went to the small shrine that was the sole furniture in the house, which contained a depiction of a winged woman, behind which Halzyne had painted a giant sun. She was going to pray in the hopes that the people in the other house would have some kind of epiphany when she realized someone else may have made an offering at the shrine. When she neared it, she saw a card depicting a flaming scimitar through...herself? No. It was a man. But he did share a striking resemblance to her. And he seemed to be encased in both flames and light. She smiled. It wasn't necessarily that she was happy about what the card showed, but someone clearly understood what exactly she wanted. That idea was reinforced when she read what it said on the back. She didn't have long until the time it said, but she made sure to take everything she needed with her when she left, in case it was a trap.