Harmony smirked the edges of her mouth when the were-boy followed her. Her bangles chimed up and down her wrists while she walked, and her dark curls flowed past her on an invisible stream. She went through the maze of streets and alleys with a native ease as her mind was in torment. Children thronged the cobblestone pathways, either playing or going somewhere, as their parents looked on. The ones who knew her waved as she walked past. The ones who had known her previous job cowered back, protecting their loved ones innocence. She nodded to the latter, showing that she wouldn't finish the job in front of the young ones. A collective sigh ran through them, and they continued on with what they had been doing before. Squaring her shoulders, she put a hand into her pouch and touched her cards reassuringly. Yet, unlike any other time, they seemed to bring a warning of sorts. Harmony thought back to the cards she had pulled. Justice, Death, and The Moon. Was the drawing for herself, or for the werewolf?