<div style="text-align: justify;">Ellinor felt that her endeavours would be less successful than Milo's, as they usually were in this initial part of their work, but it didn't matter much. She was more interested in getting a feel for the place and the people than in actually making any early discoveries. Patience was her modus operandi, after all, and she preferred the long game to reckless action. To each their own, and this was the way that worked for her. Once she had finished her prayers, Ellinor moved to the local market. It was a good place to see - and to be seen acting perfectly normal, in case she needed to establish a reputation for the near future. <br/><br/>The local market was better than she had anticipated. The people seemed to move at a set pace, and the products were interesting - not that she was actually interested in them. It was still common for her to register everything around. She saw some of the people she had made her way here with, and made a point of greeting them politely and discreetly. They were just passing acquaintances, after all. <br/><br/>Once she had finished her rounds on the market, Ellinor stopped for a moment. What should she do now? Take another turn? Stop at some vendor and take a look at their wares, maybe make a small purchase to establish good will? Slowly make her way to the place where the rendezvous with Milo was supposed to happen? <br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, Ellinor decided for a combination of all of them. She would take another turn over the market, stop at whatever interesting vendor she could and make some small talk and a simple purchase, while hoping she could get something interesting about the events that were taking place in the town. Then, regardless of the results, she would make her way to the place where she had been set to meet with Milos and hope either of them had some good news to share. <br/><br/>Decision made, Ellinor started her stroll, acting as though she was paying attention to nothing other than the vendors and the products they had to offer. Settling on an older lady selling shawls, Ellinor greeted her politely and started making small talk while looking at all the options the lady had, discussing colors and types of fabric, as well as what she would want a shawl for. While her attention seemed to be completely focused on the elderly lady, it was actually on something behind her. Footfalls of a different kind. They didn't sound like the leisure strolls of someone just looking around to do some shopping or people-watching. They sounded a lot more deliberate, and it was making Ellinor nervous, but she chose not to give her attention - at least ostensibly - to them right now. It was probably just someone going somewhere completely unrelated to her presence, after all.</div>