Aerith left the woods, with the promise of a heavy reward from not just one kill. Additionally, that would increase her standing among the Purifiers, who saw her as nothing more than a mindless machine driven by coin.<br/><br/>The streets adjacent to the entrance of the city was packed with beggars, the lowest tiered of the society. She was going to the cathedral, where she knew a contact would gladly accept these thing for the rulers to put up as propaganda to boost the morale of their peoples.<br/><br/>The weapons passed hands, going through a list of checks before a small sack of gold was dropped on her outstretched gauntlet. She was about to mutter a word of thanks and leave when she remembered something. "Do you know something about a person called Nathaniel?"<br/><br/>"Prince Nathaniel?" The inspector asked, polishing several lens used for inspection, "What about it?"<br/><br/>"Well, you see, I have a reason to believe he has been sneaking into the forest or something like that? How about something for me to work on my memory?" The man scowled and slapped a coin down on the table. "What was it? I still can't figure it out."<br/><br/>Minutes later she left, her pockets padded with gold which she knew would go to her armour and gear.