66th of Ashan 721
The Mortalborn had taken to delivering his own letters of late. Since sending out letters to the four individuals that he had, the ‘who’s who’ of Scalvoran government, and receiving as yet no word back… Granted it’d only been six days. But since his time dallying with Llyr and his ilk, Woe mistrusted the postal system more and more. He needed to get more echo scrolls for his contacts. And he would, just… Needed more contacts, basically. That was why he took off to the Glassblower’s Union hall. He wanted to investigate the rumor that the Crystal Blade had dealings with one of the masters. That he’d shackled him up, which led to the vigilante’s current disgrace.
Of course, masters of the Union only met with the general public upon appointment. Or so this one was said to. Perhaps a precaution to evade the same disgraceful sort of attack that had him in shackles before. In any event, Woe needed to talk to him, and so had an appointment note in his back pocket.
Covering Woe's shoulders was a black, quilted wool jacket, stitched with cloth of silver in a diamond pattern. Beneath it he wore a wool shirt of pale dark blue, which hung freely over a pair of black breeches made of quilted leather, in the same diamond pattern as the jacket, with similar silver stitching. He wore a pair of black knee boots on his feet, where parts of the soles, at the toes and heels were exposed to allow him to grip the ground if need be.
He walked into the main thoroughfare when he felt the sudden shift of weight from his back pocket. Before he could turn around fully, he heard an urchin darting off into an alleyway, bearing some of Woe’s copper nels and the note that he’d meant to deliver! Woe made chase, kicking off against the ground and running in pursuit. However, the lad was too quick. He made the distance before Woe, and the mortalborn nearly lost him as he ran into an alleyway. Yet as Woe turned the corner, he saw it led to a dead end. Assured then, that he’d have this child and his note back, he rushed in from where he stood. He shot a rope of webbing at the kid, just as the lad jumped into the air and started leaping about like a spider himself. Woe watched half in admiration as the child climbed over the dead end, and over the other side.
Woe approached the dead end, and with his hands and feet began climbing. The bare parts of his footwear allowed him to grip with the feet, while his gloves had been cut off at the fingertips. It took a great deal of effort and time, however, and by the time he reached the other side, jumping down from the height of the wall, he couldn’t find a trace of the lad anywhere. Cursing his luck, he wandered back to his place, keeping a hand on each pocket to guard his change. Gloom was a great acrobat and sneak… Woe could convince him to help him corner and retrieve the child, perhaps.
