<strong>Name:</strong>Peregrine<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Market Ward and the environs, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Peregrine, Alzeggra<br/><br/>In the end it wasn't even Peregrine that had to do any work to end up finding her erstwhile companion. All in all, the best outcome she could reasonably have expected. That combined with the  languid feeling she got whenever she ended up eating well — there were some habits no snake could shake off, really — she was feeling rather well-disposed.<br/><br/>"I didn't have on earlier, and you were busy." She shrugged, her palms outspread in front of her. Or one of them, anyhow, the other still holding her sandwich.<br/><br/>The rather calm pace of slithering through the streets with Alzeggra was rather relaxing as well, a major shift from the rapid burst of speed of earlier. Still enough of a clip to put them out of the market quick enough after she realised that Alzeggra meant them to speak at least mostly privately. Too many knew her there, and were keen to know what she was interested in.<br/><br/>The sun was getting warmer too, or what passed for it at any rate. The mishmash of a thousand architectural styles making for shadows that never covered all that much, save in the back alleys and overhands, and even moving it was giving her a pleasant tingling sensation as she kept up pace with the elf.<br/><br/>She was most of the way through her sandwich by the time Alzeggra was finished, finishing it off in a which few bites once it was clear she was needed for more than murmured affirmations to keep the conversation going.<br/><br/>"Well that does sound like an adventure," she said, glancing down at Alzeggra. A moment's pause then she wrinkled her nose. "It occurs to me then that the bone golem is probably your fault. It<em>did</em>seem peculiar that it just woke up when I was doing, well, almost nothing at all out of the ordinary."<br/><br/>At least it meant that in retrospect it probably wouldn't have ended up following her. "More leads than we know what to do with now, though. The shop is loaded with magic that may or may not have been derived from the stones, or just a wizard who likes poking their nose around the Sensoria a little too much. And now…" She puffed her cheeks as she blew a breath out. "Well, the Dead." Another nose wrinkle. She had never liked the Dustmen very much — who could get along with someone whose transcendentalism brought them to reject the obviously intuitable notion of self? If you couldn't agree on<em>that</em>there was simply no room for anything like a sensible dialogue.<br/><br/>"I suppose we'll have to talk with them sooner or later. Although we can always check with that clerk first, if he's running scared." She paused as she thought for a moment. "There are a number of gangs we're on good terms with. They make half their coin keeping the peace for our carnies or anything else we have going. We could see if one of them can drag him in so we can have a chat in a more private setting."<br/><br/>Everyone was always more willing to talk about sensitive things, in her experience, after being hauled to an unfamiliar location with a bag over their head and a few new bruises.