As the group make their way through the darkened streets, Anli keeps her cloak pulled close around herself, for the most part keeping eyes on the ground before them so as to be mindful of her step.  Once at the station, she follows Wick to the office, removing her cloak carefully so as to avoid getting any of the rainwater on her pale skin.<strong>"Thank you,"</strong>she says as he takes the garment from her, and takes a seat, turning to the mirror briefly to watch him in consternation.<br/><br/>When the news is given, she frowns and gives the Sergeant an incredulous look.<strong>"What?!  Dead ...?  <em>How</em>?"</strong>Truth be told, Anli had half-expected this ever since he first mentioned Varen's name, but she couldn't fathom the cause.  The old man was canny enough to know where and when it was safe to go in the city, and he had no illnesses she knew of.  It wasn't much surprise that she was the only one mentioned in his will; Anli knew he had no family to speak of, not since his wife died in childbirth along with their infant son over a decade ago.<br/><br/>Anli fidgets with her hands and turns her dark hazel eyes downward in thought, and then after a moment, looks back solemnly at Sergeant Wick.<strong>"Take me to him,"</strong>she says quietly.