The next three weeks his life was nothing but near constant hounding. Between times when he simply tried to relax at a bar, to going to the market for food, to simply retiring to his own little abode at the end of long days. How he regretted not being careful enough to evade her, for now she knew where he lived. Once he even caught her following him in one of his excursions outside the city, determined to find out what he actually did on those sojourns. He wouldn't admit it if you asked him, but more than once he sincerely wanted to just kick the kid away and be done with it, or just report her to the guards. If he had the heart that was – he knew how the guards of this town treated troublemaking kids. So it was that his patience was tried and tested until finally, one sunny afternoon upon his return from a particularly arduous errand beyond the city walls, one involving far too many sharpened pieces of metal and fresh lacerations to add to his collection for his liking, that he finally caved.