She walked quickly without her usual spring or caution, making a straight path back to the Tilted Crescent instead of tracking a maze back to lose any pursuers. On any normal day, she might have noticed the person following her; however, today was no normal day. She was almost back to the Tilted Crescent when she was suddenly pulled into a narrow alley, and dragged down several streets at a blistering speed. Lhurriel followed, blindly; when they finally stopped, a strong pair of hands shook her, hard.<br/><br/>"What were you doing?" Raymond said harshly. "You were being followed - there was someone on your tail since you entered the Fountain District, and probably before that! You need to be more careful, Lhurriel! If it had been evening, or night-" The thief paused when Lhurriel looked up at him, tears flooding her eyes and spilling down her cheeks. Alarm made his eyes go wide, and he swallowed uncertainly, not knowing what was wrong.<br/><br/>"Amery, he's- he's not coming back, Raymond. He's never coming back." Lhurriel's voice cracked, as the reality finally hit her. There was a tightness, a hollowness in her chest; so many regrets, so many things she wished she could say and tell him.<br/><br/><br/>When she returned to the Rusty Dagger in the evening, she was much subdued, her eyes red-rimmed. A hooded cloak was settled around her shoulders, just barely touching the tops of her boots. The street was less busier than it had been earlier that afternoon, almost empty. She stared at the doorway blankly, hesitating, almost trembling as she tried to steel herself to go in.