Especially since she'd been brought there in a carriage, she really didn't have much of a frame of reference, besides what Cedrik had shown her, earlier in the day. Still! It wasn't<em>that</em>large of a town, surely she could find a familiar landmark, before too long.<br/><br/>Two hours later, she would likely have to admit that she was even more lost than when she began. None of these buildings looked familiar, and, in fact, looked fairly rough and unkempt. As she turned down a side street, she'd hear a voice call out from behind her, "Hey, where you goin', you pretty thing? Ain't seen nothin' like you down here, heh."<br/><br/>If she turned to look at the speaker, she'd find a tall, gangly man, a large wart on his nose, his eyes uneven, walking with a slight limp. He was dressed in poor clothing, and carried a knife at his belt. At about the same time, at the opposite end of the alley, a burly man, dressed similarly, with patchy hair, a broken nose, a bruised, black eye, and scars all along his arms, would move to block the way, arms crossed.