Starfall stretched as she languidly rose from bed. She hummed a song half-remembered from childhood as she bathed, then once she finished toweling her self dry she whispered a word in the tongue of the Old Realm that caused her robes to unfold from the metal clasped around her wrist, then strapped on the belt that held her hatchets onto her waist before stepping into her sandals. She settled her cloak about her shoulders, gathered her meager belongings, and then exited the room that, however desolate was still nearing the point when it would be more than she could afford.
The streets were a sea of people, too busy jockeying for position among themselves to pay her much heed as long as she kept her cloak in place. The voices of the multitude were the surf that crashed about her as curiosity drove her forward.
She’d considered continuing to lay low rather than risk going to the Apothecary, of course, but since the Hunt was likely still present in the city then she would need to learn everything about their movements she could, and if the gossip making the rounds of the city was anything to judge by then no other place could be as promising a source of information.