<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Sorry for the delay! My workload has been cranked up to eleven for the last couple of weeks. Hopefully it will stay down for awhile now...</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>With the vanara troop finally settled, or at least settling, Alyssa lets her attention wander elsewhere, shifting her gaze in the direction of the Saints Academy as the bells begin to chime eight o'clock. Odd, the hour seems a bit earlier than it should- did it really take all of fifteen minutes to settle one group of customers? Alyssa glances briefly at the breast pocket where her watch is stowed, but decides it would be unprofessional for an adjutant to check the time in public. Instead, she scans the southeast corner of the square, estimating the time it will take to complete a short patrol. With a bit of luck and a brisk pace, maybe she can get to Unity Street and back before the Lord Governor's speech is finished. She might even be able to pick up a small meal along the way-<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Larynn wrote:</cite>"Yes, that’s fine. I was eager to see the Crossing Night Ceremony myself, so once I finish these last few orders, I’ll close up early."<br/><br/>"The main course will be ready soon, but if there are any more orders, now is the time to place them. Once the ceremony begins, the Wandering Grill will be closed for the evening!"</div></blockquote><br/>Larynn's announcement, and the thought of food that accompanies it, draws Alyssa back to her current location with a quiet grumble from her stomach. She spares another glance towards the far end of what was supposed to be her beat, then looks back at the sizzling kebabs adorning the grill. Duty argues against hunger for a moment, then yields the floor as she steps up as unobtrusively as she can alongside the vanara.<br/><br/>"In that case, could you please add one vegetable kebab to the queue, please? I'll-" Alyssa pauses, one hand halfway to her coin purse, as she spies the armor-clad figure of Dagnyr moving with purpose through the crowd. Who or what he's after is impossible to see from here, but it's a safe assumption that they'll be moving in her direction if her partner doesn't intercept them first.  She gives the kebabs a longing look, then turns back to Dagnyr and his quarry. Dinner will have to wait a few minutes more.<br/><br/>"I'll be back in just a moment to pay," she concludes, then ducks into the crowd, aiming herself in the general direction where she last saw Dagnyr. The crowd is dense, but far less tumultuous now that their attention has been drawn to the podium, and she manages to pick her way through without losing too much speed. It's still not fast enough, apparently- Dagnyr has already pinned her target by the time she arrives, and there isn't much left to do except talk the young man down until he stops kicking and yelling. Which shouldn't take too long, if Dagnyr's catch is who she thinks...<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">(Knowledge (local): 1d20 (8) + 22 = 30, pass</div></div></div><br/>"Botch? Is that you?" Alyssa's voice drops into a tone not unlike a frustrated schoolteacher as she addresses the blonde-haired thief, shaking her head in exasperation. Of course, the Watch's most infamous frequent visitor<span style="font-style: italic">would</span>have to appear on her first patrol...