Eliza breathes a sigh of relief as she heads down the stairs of the tower, heading to the tavern proper, where she pays for her room for another week and informs the bakeeps it's still to be undisturbed. With a soft smile she nods to his son, blushing faintly, and heads for the door. She walks across the skybridge and looks out to see all of Sharn in it's glory, towers of every size and stripe going on into the distance. Flying carpets, men with wings, and the occaisional Gnoll on a glider zip overhead and below her feet. She couldn't help but feel pride in that moment. Pride of her heritage as a Brelish citizen. As a member of Sharn's populace.<br/><br/>With quick steps she made her way down and across Sharn, using roads no simple mage-girl would use willing. But she knew the risks entailed, and was ready to face the challenges on her way to the library. If she made it before 9:45, she could surprise the Great Keeper of Lore once more. That always delighted her.<br/><br/>She moved quickly, her robes swishing about her feet as she made her way through some of the rougher parts of lower-middle Sharn, knowing the traffic would be much easier to traverse.