Chloe twirled one of the steel rods in her hand, its weight and balance where good, not perfect, but pretty close. Dante the blacksmith did good work. She placed the rod back with its fellows and wrapped them loosely within a cloth cover. Her 'art' was performed through the medium of paper, that was the nature of her magic and only paper was susceptible to her will. Though that might sound limiting and perhaps to some extent was from a non magi point of view it had its benefits as well. Focus being one of them. The steel rods had no impact on her magic directly but would serve their purpose in the right situation. She took the bag from her back and carefully placed the rods in amongst the stacks of paper. It was starting to get heavy.

Chloe turned and took one last look at the workshop, taking a moment to contemplate the impetuousness of its owner. There was chance he would never see this place again. She smiled softly to herself. She had promised him twice the usual rate of coin for the work and in a sudden fit of enthusiasm he had neglected any payment save for the reading of a letter and a conversation. It could be that that was all he was looking for. The determined look on his face suggested as much. It had been a good expression. Chloe stifled a hearty laugh and made in the same direction but with much less haste then the blacksmith turned adventurer.

After following Dante for only a short distance she turned into a side alley, cautiously checking the opening behind her for sign of pursuit. Finding none she looked up the edge of the rooftops above. Far too high to jump and climbing was not her forte. Both facts were irrelevant of course. She grinned to herself as a storm of paper erupted from her backpack and swirled and twisted around her, writhing like a tornado. In a coordinated flurry of motion a portion of its mass fell upon her. Within moments she was covered from head to foot in long hooded coat of white, made from individual sheets of paper. The flexibility of the paper bent to her will, so it was an easy enough trick.

She reached into her backpack, which somehow remained above her new coat and pulled a stick of bread free, taking a large, satisfying bite. Magic was energy. In her case energy she generated much of it within herself, so there was a cost to be paid for its use. Magic was about balance after all. The still swirling mass of paper coalesced into a mass beneath her feet that exploded upward, propelling her onto the rooftops. 

Chloe made her way to the meeting point more of less in a straight line, her paper rushing ahead to form bridges between the rooftops before returning to trail along with her. Sure it drew plenty of attention, but it would have required a very specific skill set to have followed her. When she arrived at the meeting place she could hear voices, though she could see no one as she was still on the rooftop. She was not a stealthy mover so it all likelihood her presence was already known. Despite the breeze her coat remained perfectly still as she listened in. Rebellion was in the air.