Bastions

With a bit of a shrug, Harriet strode forward, and made her way down into the basement, NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN. And by that, she'd likely exit through the sewer door down there. She was sneaky like that. Calling up at Grant as she reached the bottom, she thumped the wall with a fist.

"Can close the stairs. I won't be coming up."

Grant:
Tapping his hand on the rune under the sink, he grabbed the last two plates of food and the order slip. When the staris were back up, Grant walked out into the main room and placed the food on the required table.once done he moved over to Isabel. "Think I can have you do the dishes? " he asked.

Owen drew the serrated edge of his knife down the white of one of the eggs, sectioning off a small piece, then pinned it with his fork and ate it. He cleared his throat before answering Cynthia's question. "Certainly not. I travel with a few companions every now and again." His gaze wandered to the window, his expression was one of sadness and fatigue. "Greater numbers are no guarantee of safety, however."

Grant:
A bit confused at Isabel's cheerfulness to do the dishes caught Grant off guard. Sure they took turns and today was her turn, but he couldn't recall ever seeing her so happy about it. Let alone ever seeing her ever happy about the chore. The man that Isabel was talking to caught Grant's eye as he oversaw the room. Needless to say it didn't take long for him to realize Isabel's desire to leave the room.
Still, aggrevating customers aside, the room was plesent. It actually made Grant proud of what he'd achieved.
At the movement of Ulvjeger Grant moved over to him. "Two fingers in the air don't tell me what you want."

Faye:
Having walked around the Guard headquarters for a bit, Faye had managed to find a less then reputable youth being let go. The youth had been caught stealing from a house and considering his age, no real harm had been done. Or at least when compared with other thieves. More interestingly, he happened to be the apprentice of another thief who had died while fending off guard. The elder theif and a guard had been blown up when the guard tripped the theif. The explosion having been caused by the Chalk that the guard had smashing into and breaking a piece of high quality black market Chalk that the theif had on him A commodity that was finding itself more and more common. Needless to say the youth disnt reveal anything about the Chalk or where his master had obtained it. Or at least, thats what one of the guards had told her, with whom she would have to ignore for a time as he had the impression that they were to have a date in a weeks time.
Having decided that the youth would make a good candidate for her plan, she had elected to follow him and find a good spot for him to "overhear" about the now dead theif. While maintaining a fair distance, Faye followed the youth outside the building and into the bustling streets. He wasn't difficult to keep track off, seeming as his clothes were shabby and all around ruined, while everyone else's where clean and well maintained. Matching her pace to the youth's, she stayed on his right and a bit behind him.
After walking a ways the youth turned down an alley and Faye followed, continuing to keep her distance. They alley twisted and turned and cut into many different alleys, each one seeming more like a very small road, making them seem like reminents of older times. As the two continued, the alleys become more filthy and unkempt.
Having still not found a spot to get infront of the youth and knowing she would seem out of place, Faye began looking around for something to conceal her, now, flamboyant atire. Noticing a rack with clothes hanging on it, she took them. She soon found herself with a pair of seemingly new pants and shirts. She quickly slipped into the pants under her dress. Losing ground, Faye forwent decency and hurredly took took her dress off, before pulling on the shirt and, what she now realized was a small thin coat. The clothes felt baggy and loose, they obviously were meant for someone of a larger and widerr stature, but at least they were clean and didn't carry the same stench of the alley gutters.

Grant:
"I take offense to that. I only serve the best drink here. Each time you ask for the same thing and I deliver. It's just that by the end of the night you no longer care so I just start giving you water." Grant replied, fetching a glass, adding the allotted drink and handing it to Ulvjeger. He lowered his voice a bit before answeringthe second question. "Im not sure what her goal is. Hope fully just to pass the time."

"Much," He said wiping his mouth with the napkin on his lap. "Ample provisions are gathered, volunteers and escorts are recruited, not to mention passage out of the city needs to be timely and discrete." Having finished his meal, the wayward noble sat back in his seat, with a content expression about him. "So," He spoke after a few moments of silence. "Any bounty hunting on the horizon?"

"Well, it's an intriguing profession really." He wiped his hands together and regarded her steadily. "With more and more people getting snatched up everyday it's nice to know how it works."

He blinked at her sudden frankness and wondered why her mood had changed so abruptly. "Er... No that's fine; I gathered that much about bounty hunting." Owen slid himself slowly out of the booth seat and reached into his coat pocket, withdrawing from it a leather bill fold. "It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Cynthia, however, I must be on my way now," He said, placing the payment for his half of the meal, plus a tip for Isabel, next to his now empty plate. "I would cover yours as well, but as you stated, much money already ends up in your pocket at the expense of others." With that, he strode to the bar entrance and shoved his way through the old wooden door once again.

Grant: "Got it. Adding more onto the tab thats never been paid." Grant answered taking out a piece of paper and marking it.

Owen spotted the dark-haired woman stopped in the alleyway, a confused expression creasing her brow. "Excuse me, miss, you look as though you have no fucking clue where you are," he ventured.

Cynthia:
Her coinage for the meal hit the table just before the appearance of a man. Stopped by the sudden approach of Ulvjeger, she sat back down, raised an eyebrow and asked sarcastically, "Is there someone the great Ulvjeger can't handle now? What're you up to?" Seeming interested.

"You're in the market district and, more specifically, in the alley passage behind the butcher's shop." Owen eyed the woman steadily; her garb and posture easily set her apart from the vagrants lumbering around on either side of them. He felt one of them, an older man, brush against him and Owen, in turn, pretended to fall into the man. "Oh I'm terribly sorry, sir!" Said the elder vagrant as he regained his balance, but as he glanced up at Owen, his wrinkled face took on an expression of surprise. In his outstretched hand, Owen held a small collection of coins and offered them to the man while his other hand held his leather billfold. "All you needed to do was ask," Owen said wryly as he placed the billfold back into his pocket and dropped the coins into the vagrant's hand. "I'll keep that in mind," said the elderly man as he gave Owen a gracious nod and retreated into the shadows.