[b][color=#a4161a]"Sparky! Fancy seeing you here."[/color][/b] The mercenary barely made a few steps before she ran into Jazdia, the latter carrying a hefty stack of paper that still carried the scent of fresh ink. Pausing, pivoting, and turning around to walk by the elf's side, Yvonne glanced down on the notes with some curiosity regarding the content... though she lost interest almost immediately even before reading anything of note. [b][color=#a4161a]"Been busy, I see. Got a nice dress planned in mind for later?"[/color][/b]

The errant glance was turned at the nearest great window, where distant clamor managed to echo far enough to be heard from here. A bit hard to tell, but it sounds almost jolly as if there's a festival going on. But there shouldn't be any important event now, was there? Nothing for the public's eyes, at least. The prince was never gone, as far as the common peasants were concerned, and that's by far the biggest happening in recent days.

[b][color=#a4161a]"What's going on in the city? Sounds like there's a party out there."[/color][/b]