Elphaba hurried along, looking like just another busy cityfolk doing her own thing in her own world. It helped that the dark cloak and her hunched form gave her a very convincing old woman appearance. Who paid attention to the old and invalid as they headed towards the shadier part of town?<br/><br/>No one, that's who (except maybe some bubble-fairing folk).<br/><br/>So off she went, ducking around and slipping through buildings, streets and alleyways alike, weaving her complex way (just in case someone deemed it necessary to follow an old woman) to her home: an abandoned corn exchange located in the dilapidated and vacated portion of warehouse district.   This area of the Emerald City, like so many, was ghost-like and home to beings both human, animal and Animal who neither wanted to be found nor to be seen.  Questionable business was commonplace and no one ventured into the area without a need for such a dubious purpose unless they were completely clueless blond socialites out for a spin in their great big, purple bubble.<br/><br/>Reaching the lower, unused level of her abode Elphaba cast a quick glance herself around before slipping between the aged doors barely hanging from their rusted hinges and scurried up the creaky and groaning stairs.