Delphine heads into the darker, narrower streets of the city, as the sun was setting; unlike the main thoroughfares with regular lanterns and streetlamps to provide light, these narrow streets were poorly lit, only the illumination from the various buildings providing fleeting flashes of light in the shadow, the tall, closely-compacted buildings blotting out most of the natural light, as well. She doesn't make it far before she attracts attention, and a lot of it, as men heading to taverns, or home from work spot her, and begin to divert to follow... with some discretion. While they didn't appear to be working together, she'd spot the movement of nearly a dozen burly men - one in particular standing out, seeming to lead this loose group through sheer size alone... a minotaur.<br/><br/>For now, they were just following, but she'd get the sense they were trying to herd her deeper into the slums, possibly into a dead end.