[Northside Streets]

Sticks eyes the street below, but his eyesight isn't the best even when it's not being powered by little burning fairy lights. He and his bird cast their eyes about, the former cursing in frustration, but to no avail.

The spirits that occupy Sticks' cloak surge up to meet him. While a few begin to shrink and collect on his shoulders, knitting together to become plain colorful cloth again, he snaps orders at an unlucky few. "Search the city! The women are large and obvious. The first to find them will have their debts cleared... and will be set free."

The spirits take off in all directions, wagging trails of light flicking in their wakes like tadpole's tails.