Sarya's eyes bolted open as the sun's warming embrace began peaking through the shed's opening. It was a response she had developed over the years, rising as early as possible to make the most of the daylight hours. And she'd definitely need every one of them today with the way things were shaping up. A quick breeze brushing against her cheek reminds her of her bared face, a fact she quickly remedies before standing and stretching as much as the cramped space would allow. She collects her belongings in silence, taking a moment to stash away the man's journal and his valuables. His body would no doubt be found but there was little to link her to his death other than the shallow gash across his bloated flesh. She hoped the rain made his identity difficult to determine, that his friends and family would be unaware of his fate for some time. That could at least buy her an extra day or two before any suspicion would be raised.<br/><br/>Sarya approached the door in a crouch, revealing as little of herself as possible as she looked outside. Her eyes darted around, thankful that very few humans shared her desire to awaken so early. She exited the shed with haste, keeping her head down, seemingly watching her step along the pothole ridden streets. The traditional wild elf garb had many benefits, especially among humans. Though she doubted she had been seen, no one would be able to discern her identity from this far...not that humans had an easy time telling her kind apart in the first place.<br/><br/>She was unsure where her feet were taking her just yet. She had very few ideas as to where to go and even fewer people that would be willing to help her. She needed to know everything about this Manifold Buckman and his business. Then there was the book, its strange script was an entire mystery on its own. On the bright side, humans were easily motivated by money - money she now had thanks Mr. Buckman. Information could be acquired easily enough she supposed. Sarya just needed someone with enough professional courtesy to not provide any answers to any curious members of the town watch. She needed someone who could look the other way when presented with the belongings of a dead man. She needed to see Milena.<br/><br/>The sun hung high in the sky by the time Sarya arrived at a building she recognized. She had only been here a handful of times, each time to trade useless jewelry and coins taken from those who no longer needed them in exchange for things that were actually useful: weapons, food, water. Milena didn't ask questions, didn't mind the occasional bloody piece of jewelry which was exactly what Sarya needed right now. Milena's motivations were simple enough to understand: if she could sell it and you kept your mouth shut then she was open for business. It was a convenient enough arrangement as far as Sarya was concerned. She just hoped Milena was as in-the-know as her Thieves Guild roots would suggest.