Falon looked at the letter that had been on her door, she looked around to see if anyone had followed her from the days job. Another loose end tied up, and another days work finished... til the next day. She opened her door and went inside, making carefully sure that no one knew of her whereabouts was difficult, but after that was done all that was left was to relax. Or so she thought.
She read the letter and sighed to herself. she went to her chest and pulled out a sack already filled with clothing, an extra pair of boots, and rations. She plucked her cloak off the makeshift hook on the wall, and put it on. She positioned her sack underneath her cloak and readjusted her crossbow and her daggers. 
Grabbing the letter, she read it one last time and sighed, as she slipped it into her sack she pulled the hood over her face and made her way quietly to the western docks. 
As she got the the docks she saw what appeared to be the Grey Swallow but stayed back a bit to make sure.