Following the Captain from street to wandering street, Tuoni quickly despaired at seeing whatever trail they're following. Maybe it was the hustle and bustle of Harborhead - the grasses growing everywhere tugged at his clothing like tiny hands and the birds flitted about his face like bright-colored giant gnats, pulling his attention every which way but forward - or maybe they were just that much a better tracker than he was. When she finally admitted defeat, he tried not to show it but the tired, sweaty shaman felt relieved.

He nods at her suggestion. "I agree, though I'm not overly-blessed with funds. We will have to walk out into the poorer neighborhoods."