"What shall we do with the drunken angel.. what shall we do with the drunken angel what shall we do with the drunken angel.. early in the mornings?"<br/><br/>Sang the white dressed woman, whistling softly, dual wielding an expertly crafted pair of mops, one greatmop for serious stains, one small mop to sweep in under the dirts coverage, attacking several dirt stains on the road with prowess before returning to her bucket. Seriously, one guy goes streaking the town, everybody stares and nobody looks out where they are looking and who had to take care of the results on the street? correct! Deva. Not that she did mind. cleaning was fun after all.<br/><br/>"Cuddle and snuggle her till she's sober, cuddle and snuggle her till she's sober"<br/><br/>She continued singing and cleaning, pondering shortly.. she didn't care about nude guys running around, but heard from a slightly confused woman something about markings on that nude guy. markings where interesting. Not tatoos mind you but markings. Everybody had tatoos but few had markings, markings ment something usually, apart from cattle, cattle was marked and that didn't mean that much, then again she could use a bit of milk thinking about it, however returning to the marks.. did that mean the man was owned? By whom.. or what, hmnn milk with honey. that's what she should get after cleaning duties. Perhaps she should follow the Nude man though, just to investgate those markings...<br/><br/>It couldn't be too hard, just follow the rumours and trail of confusion, and perhaps one or two guards that took heart to this problematic.<br/><br/>".. Early in the mornings.. Does anyone here have some warm milk with honey? yes? no? maybe?"<br/><br/>She looked around, getting more focused on the plan of investigating the current city streaker surplus and warm milk with honey deficit problem.. perhaps both where linked? After cleaning up the last stains of course!<br/><br/>"oooh put her in a hammock till she's sober.."