Outside in the city, Stormwind had very much awoken. It might not have been a festival or other religious day in the cathedral district, but all of the shops were open for trade with their awnings hung out and carriages and pedestrians were rushing back and forth. It was in the middle of all of this that a fairly unremarkable girl with brown hair in crumpled robes strolled down the street, keeping a sharp eye out around her for anything…unremarkable. 

[i]“One district…just one district to search in. How hard could it be?”[/i]

Liaena felt in her pocket for the purse that she had taken with her from Sharons house. It felt heavy, which was a sensation she still wasn’t used to. Frivolous expenditure of her boyfriends money was still something that she had very solidly in her head as a Rithrynn-Move, but this was clearly an activity that could be chalked up to the Saving Sharons Life fund. It was with this in mind that she crossed the road to walk into one of the more prestigious, expensive-looking boutiques in the area. 

Once she was inside an assistant was quick to approach her, while also eying up her rather dowdy robes, mussed hair and dirty satchel. “Can I help you?” the girl enquired, while looking as though she would prefer her sentence to finish with: ‘leave’. 

“Oh. Yes.” Liaena said sweetly. Glancing around, she peered as some of the racks of clothing. “I want a new outfit. Something in your latest fashion…oh, and do you do hair, too?”

It was some time later that Liaena finally exited the boutique. She was now wearing a fitted wool dress that while still managing to remain relatively functional, screamed style and expense. A new blue cloak with cream fur trimmings hung loosely around her shoulders and Kathlins long, straggly hair had been washed and twisted into a bun. A new leather bag was carried from one shoulder. 

The bag was the only point that Liaena had actually fought over with the eager shop assistants. Her insistence on size and convenience had clashed with their opinion on the Latest In Thing, and they had eventually compromised on something that while not the height of the fashion, was still passable in their eyes with the rest of the ensemble. It was actually quite a nice upgrade over her old satchel, Liaena mused as she walked down the steps into the street and immediately flagged down a cab. Where she was going was in fact just around the corner, but that wasn’t the point. 

What was around the corner was in fact the most prestigious estate agent in the Cathedral District. The server behind the front desk glanced up at Liaena entered, took in her general attire and demeanour and started to rise to his feet. “Can I help you?”

“I would like to speak to your manager. Can you arrange that?”

 “Uh” the man glanced behind him, then back at her again. “Pardon me, Ma’am, but do you have an appointment?”

“No” Liaena whispered. Leaning forward, she slid a solid gold piece across the table towards the service. “Could you possibly see if he would make time for me?”

*

It was in a remarkably short space of time that Liaena had been ushered into a cushy office, to be greeted by a portly man that reminded her strongly of Lord Graymoon. The thought stuck in her mind and made her have to bite back laughter as he offered her a drink, which she declined. “And what can I do for you this morning, my dear?”

Liaena sunk into one of the cushy chair, before looking back at the overweight house broker. “I have a favour to ask you, sir”

“Oh?” The mans curiosity was clearly piqued, although it was tempered with disappointment that her response hadn’t been ‘sell me an extremely expensive house’ as he gave her a sharp look. “And what would that be?”

Liaena paused, taking a deep, shuddering breath before continuing. “I am looking for a friend of mine. I have lost contact with him, but I believe he has come back to live in this district in the last few months. He is a man of excellent taste, and if he has had dealings with your establishment you will have records of where he is currently staying. I am asking for your – discreet – assistance in this matter”

Looking up, Liaena gave the agent a wide-eyed, imploring look, before settling her hands on her extremely expensive wool skirt. “If you were able to help, you would find me [b]extremely[/b] grateful I assure you”