After getting her latest set of instructions from the crew working under her father’s company, Alexia quickly got to work moving supplies around the affected area and was sent off on an errand that would take her through the more remote area that had been destroyed by the airship. It was within this area that there were very few people working, for the damage had been that extensive to the shopping district.<br/><br/>Carefully stepping over pieces of rubble and broken glass, Alexia quickly made her way deeper into the torn area and began to search for what she had been looking for. There was a special device that could be used to help aid the sick and a local shop owner that had been friends with her father requested that it be retrieved. She had a vague memory of what it looked like, for she was reminded about it before being sent out. Pushing some of the wreckage aside, for this area hadn’t been cleaned up yet by the workers, Alexia eventually found the device.<br/><br/>It was no larger than a small dog, and Alexia quickly wrapped it up in a large sheet she found and made a makeshift carrying pouch. Once it was tied around her side and shoulder, she started to crawl out of the rubble and return to the area that had workers actively moving. She did her best to watch where she walked, not wanting to obtain another injury. But regardless of her careful treading, Alexia was not able to avoid misfortune.<br/><br/>Stepping upon something that wasn’t as stable as she thought, Alexia let out a shrill cry as she fell through the city street and down into the sewer system. Bricks and debris came crashing down upon her, and she instinctively covered her head. Once the dust had settled, she sat up upon the ledge she had fallen upon and glanced up with a groan. She was probably ten feet within the ground, far too high for her to climb out of, especially considering that the stone holding the city road up was weak enough to break under her weight already. Alexia knew that this would not provide her escape route, and yelled for help a few times to no avail. She knew she was alone right now, and that she needed to move toward an exit point or toward the working crews to get assistance.<br/><br/>Shifting the bag around her side, the item seemingly unaffected by her fall, Alexia trudged forward through the rubble and along the ledge beside the sewer track. This area of the sewer was reserved for water runoff it appeared, which immediately was a relief for the young merchant. The trickle of water was a bit soothing considering all the stress she had been under, including the fear of suddenly being thrown into the waterway system without a way to escape. But thankfully the stench wasn’t as horrid as Alexia imagined it would be. Letting out a heavy sigh, she did her best to see in the darkened channel and make her way toward the people working, feeling her way around as she occasionally called out for help to see if anyone could hear her. The chaos that was the wreckage zone also provided a distraction for many, so her absence would be overlooked and forgotten for awhile. Alexia knew that if she stayed down there for too long that she could easily get lost. And when nightfall came to the large city. . .no one would be around to search for her.