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!vP.0Sappaw 12/14/10(Tue)22:00 No.13155525>>13155371 Alex crosses the street, follows the peddler. The cart is over burden with scented bottles and little bags of potpourri. An old woman gets the peddlers attention, he steps around to show her something, Alex backs down.
She finds stacked crates behind the building, it looks like a small warehouse for the post, and gets onto the roof. The water tower is wood, with iron rivets in the struts, easily scaled to the grates ringing it. There's a crack on one side, which leaks when she kicks it. Its freezing cold, but she sets her purse and loot down a ways away.
Shivering, and with her hair stuck to the back of her neck, Alex towels off with a scarf she swiped and puts on the servant's clothes. Simple, industrial, scratchy. The upper city is a hike away, but its time enough for her hair to dry. The buildings here have trees in the front yards, and there are more carriages on the wide roads.
The White Stag is a big building of white wood, one of the oldest in the city, with a gated fence ringing its property on one side, there's a clear lake around the back. |