Sarianna moved through the streets cautiously, a hooded cloak thrown over herself, pulled low, and wrapped around her armor. While she was normally proud, and openly defiant of the wickedness that seemed to have seized the city, and openly proud of her elven heritage, this evening's errand seemed to impress the need for greater subtlety. She clung more to the shadows, moving calmly with the flow of traffic, to avoid drawing attention to herself as she made her way to the appointed place, 3 Lancet Street. Showing no fear, only caution, she checked the street in both directions before knocking, very firmly, at the front door.