It was quite late in the evening now, and even the most nocturnal of socialites were beginning to disperse. They were happy to point her to the closest constabulary, even if they were a little confused as to why she wanted to go there. These stations of the city watch were closed to the public at this late hour, and if she wanted to report something stolen, she might as well wait for morning - the chances of a successful recovery were dismally low either way.<br/><br/>If Shay disregarded their advice and headed for a constabulary anyways, she would find the place closed to visitors. The guards on duty would advise her to return in the morning, and to not linger on the streets too long so late. The Trade Quarter, at least, did go to sleep eventually.