89 Summer 510 AV
This evening, the streets of Syliras lay deserted. The children in bed, and the older bystanders finishing up their work before taking a break in the inns, or turning in themselves. The sun was setting, and despite the scarcity of thugs and thieves in the city, the cost of working by lamp oil was offputting, few willing to pay it. What activity remained seemed focused around the inns and taverns, market stalls having been packed up hours ago. Within this emptiness, some people remained, destitute, guards, or simply wanderers. One such person was the runaway child, Paige Sieglinde.
The darkness began to concern her, along with the emptiness came attention. The stares of watchmen were leveled at her as she passed, was there a curfew, or did she really look that suspicious? At first she tried to simply ignore it, listening for the sounds of conversation that an inn may produce, but it got worse. The weight of eyes on her continued until at last, she broke.
Fed up with the feeling, she sought to escape it, dashing into a nearby alley.