[Thallius Eventide]

Devlin seemed disappointed. He nodded his head, sighed a bit, and then stretched his smaller limbs. He motioned for Thallius to accompany him as he stood from his tavern seat. He thanked Jeredith with a friendly smile.

Thallius stood, running his hands through his hair, and took note of the growing hair on his face, ready to shave it by now. The two left the boarhouse quietly, not the sort to plunge headlong into what was obviously danger beyond them. Especially if they were merely myths.

...ooc: Timestamp, third cycle of Junctior, Era XIV Post Fractum

It was a cycle or two before they decided their chances for legal work were exausted. And beings as they were unwilling to go hunting for employers in watering holes they didn't frequent, the two decided they would work with their own intuition and take another risk.

They picked a rather important-looking shop within Portshire, Madam Louisa's Bridal, nearing the South gates where they seemed more in value than those nearer the docks. They observed its apparent schedule from the outside for a few brightenings, but given that they were unable to see everything, it was left up to Thallius to risk getting caught.

One evening, when shop closed up and things grew a great deal more still, Thallius stepped as lightly as possible on the smooth streets and searched for any back entrances. He moved along the length of the building, his hands trailing for anything small, but he highly doubted that a shop of any kind would have special entrances to miss.

Devlin never accompanied him on trips such as these. The halfling knew nothing about the procedures. He simply waited anxiously in the warehouse, not sleeping, and hoping for a productive night.