Shay had been used to cities where the night watch and their stations were open at all hours of the day and night. She understood why Seahurst would have kept them closed to the public, but it was a tad inconvenient. She took the word of those she asked among the crowd and didn't go to the constabulary. Maybe she should have went with Jasmine earlier, spin her tale...but she wouldn't have been able to leak the combination into the public knowledge before then. She sighed, and accepted that her evening so far was a bust--no Yewbough, no closure to this whole arrested maid thing, and so far, no replacement for the first item.<br/><br/>A brothel, especially in these economic circumstances was still out of the question. She had a couple of...raunchy ideas in mind, but it involved getting back into the Sailor's Ghetto--and that required a bit more effort. Shay would promptly return to the Paladin's Rest and take up a seat in the tavern. She would scan the room and try and see if she could fish for someone (or someones) to salvage her evening with a casual romp.