Henry Y'G trails Gyrion distantly. Fool of a way to go about things, shadowing in broad daylight and without a suitable illusion, but the knight was her only lead at the moment. She blinked - the equivalent of a sign to any who might have known her - and leaned back against a wall. No sense hiding her race out here with the tail as a dead giveaway, Y'G opted to disguise her station and nature instead in an oversized, tattered brown robe. The appearance could be considered a little comical, which helped put strangers at ease. And paupers are the next best thing to invisible in any human settlement Y'G has seen. She leaves an empty cup in front of her as she rests, though the odd of making any coin are slim to none. She does, however, keep her ear out for the buzz of gossip in the crowd.....

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