The night stretched on. The moon hung low in the sky, weary from her climb. Already, there was a soft pink at the horizon; the sun was just awakening.
It was never a silent time in Myrkentown, given the numerous pubs that were home to raucous activity until the wee hours. Given that hard-working, respectable merchants rose early to tend to their wares and to ready themselves for the day. The figure carefully skirted the Floating Dragon, keeping to the shadows. She passed a merchant with arms laden with baskets containing sweetrolls. Breakfast for those that had the coin for it. Neatly, she plucked two from the pile without so much as a sound and continued on her way. Unseen.
The dark clothing helped to disguise her slim frame as she moved. Her intended path was towards the Gilded Lily, where she had been welcome before. She passed both sweetrolls to one hand and licked at the honey upon her free one.
When the door was answered at her insistent knock, the figure tossed her hood back to reveal Noura's sweet face with the creature's black eyes. Full lips curled prettily at the man who barely spoke any common at all. A palm reached out to pat his cheek lightly. "Fetch your master, dear, for a friend has come calling."
Berdini had her scaled amulet.