<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla left the house with a skip in her step, eagerly making her way through the various errands he’d assigned to her, the weight of the token in her pocket the only reminder that she was being monitored, and not even in a major way. She didn’t foresee any issues, but she was glad to have it nonetheless.<br/>
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The redheaded woman stopped at a shop window, having just completed the last of the shopping errands. She had one more delivery to make before she headed back, but the reports had been turned in long ago. It took a lot of effort to tear her eyes off the cinnamon raisin walnut glazed spiral rolls in the window, but she took a deep breath, and kept walking the last block, knocking on the door. After showing the coin, the girl dropped off the small satchel of coins, heading back down the long hall before hesitating, seeing the tall elven man walking towards her down the hall. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Good day, Master Knave.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she said, moving to walk past him and hoping he’d just ignore her. Be polite. Speak as little as possible. Don’t draw attention.</span>