<strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br/>Known; Head-Sparrow<br/><br/>"Well aren't you sweet?" Her smile was kind, almsot adoring, making her seem like a little girl fawning over a boy in class. "Have a good evening, then, Mr. Morales." She nodded a faint nodded before turning and walking off in the other direction. An eye roll that had been held in finally moved below her lids. Back inside the Town Hall, she slid onto her desk, one leg crossing over the other as she flipped through the girl's paperwork. It had been only a few days ago that she had given Muriel the young Hispanic girl, a very pretty girl, surely, but very naive. Something then caught her attention. Muriel had always been one to express her taste or distaste for her last meal. She had been one of the only ones to get fed recently, and even with her memory, she would still tell Julie-Anna how she felt about her meal. There was no mention of this during the earlier visit.<br/><br/>Disappearing through a back door, the Sparrow decended the stairs, making the swift and direct trip to the House through the underground tunnel that crossed under the town. The tunnel had been built nearly a century ago, deep enough to go unnoticed even by those who searched for it. It was a way of safe passage to transport meals and, as Arman had learned some time ago, the Unknown themselves. Pushing open the trap door into the basement of the house, the dust that piled off showed that either the tunnel hadn't been used in quite some time, or the basement simply hadn't been cleaned- best guess was both. Not a speck of dust landed on the woman as she made her way out of the tunnel, stepping away from the open door. A few long strides and she stood before Paul, the boy pouting up at her. "Hello, my dear. I would stay and chat, but I've business to attend to. But the festival is coming, so maybe you'll be lucky enough to get a bite or two this time?" She smiled softly, pressing a loving kiss to his temple, as if he were her own son.<br/><br/>Stepping away, voices could be heard, muffled, but pushing through the walls. It was odd to hear someone speaking in the basement, as there weren't too many places to hide and do so. For a moment, she listened, but could not make out who it was and what they spoke about. "Muriel! Muriel, my angel, I need to speak with you!" Piercing eyes gazed into the darkness of the corners, into the lights on the walls, and up the stairs to the first floor. The Sparrow waited patiently, simply flicking her eyes to and fro.