Crouching on the top of the same tavern that the disguised prince had just wondered into. She was observing those who were wondering around below, doing trade and going into the taverns. Her sword was placed on the roof in a manner so it wouldn't slip off. Her mind was mulling over the possibilities of getting onto the ferry.<em>Getting over the wall and jumping into the water... I may be able to catch it...</em>she thought to herself, her eyes scanning over the water that she was able to see, trying to work out some means of getting on for free, but should she be discovered, it would probably be harder to get off and swim to land, especially if they were  in the middle of the river at the time. There was always the possibility of something underneath, but she doubted that such a ferry would have anything like that, it was usually only newer fishing boats that had any type of hole in the bottom, and even then they had grates underneath to stop people falling into the sea, this was more of a raft, and as far as she could see, there was no hole she could climb through, if she did, she would have been spotted. Noticing some more people approach the ferryman, obviously asking for a place on said ship. Being a rogue, she swore allegiance to no one, just like all of those she had been brought up with, real family or not. Picking up the sword, she decided in the end that she couldn't take the risk, the water was running too fast through the stream, and even if she managed to get to the boat, then what? Slipping the sword into a sheath at her back, she walked to the back of the roof of the tavern, turning around, she crouched and let her hands grip the edges, lowering herself slowly, absailing as far as she could, using her hands as the rope. When she began to dangle, she released her hands, dropping and crouching down as she hit the floor. It wasn't so high that there would be any chance of damage done, and she knew that.<br/><br/>Walking back around into the crowds, dodging passed people she made her way to the ferryman. "One person" her voice was quiet, obviously not wanting to be overheard.<br/>The man looked at the sword on her back. "Not going to start any trouble, miss?" he asked.<br/>"No, I wouldn't dare" she once again replied.<br/>He told her the price, and she fished out a brown pouch, possibly made of leather tied up at the top with a piece of string. Opening it, she picked up the amount he had asked, and payed, before retying it and slipping it back from whence it came. Turning away, once the transaction was complete, she headed back to some stalls, browsing from afar, using the crowd as cover, as she was used to, observing, only striking when necessary. Spotting a gold little object, she continued walking with the crowds, keeping an eye on it, and the stalls owner.<br/>Deciding a few moments later that stealing it wasn't an option; the person manning the stall was far too observant, she doubted she would have the money to pay for it, and thus concluded that it was most likely a fake, mostly so she wouldn't feel too bad about leaving it, she returned to beside the ferry, waiting for people to start boarding, sitting just behind some boxes, half observing those who were walking on, seeing if there was anything worth taking, and if she could. Her sleves were weighted down by two small daggers, blunted, as to only cause a distraction, allowing her to flee, but the opening in her trousers, just below her hip held slightly larger daggers, the pouch had been modified so it wouldn't cut her leg (as it had done a few times before when she hadn't done any modifications), but these were a lot sharper, allowing her to fight, if it came to it. And if she desperately needed it, she had her sword on her back to use as a last resort.