Somewhere at the lonely stall...

[Rainbow Prism]

Using her hand as support for head, drow was tapping restlessly on parchment with quill.

Still sitting in her small trading place, unnamed drow female in leather eye-mask stood leaning against bench, specifically cleared from decor and trinkets. No matter how long she looked into the scroll with her pink orbs, it did not become any easier to write report to guard about accident.

Thinking of masked woman, who suddenly started to harass her, Akornita contemplated with more depth. Who was she? How did she know of Eilistraee, lore of whose presence was carefully hidden even by enemies to not sway morale of troops? Most obvious thought was that it was inquisitor of Yath, One Faith, Ultimate Dogma and other names for 'religion', but still too many doubts were present...

Then, trader remembered about her goal. About to who this goal was dedicated to. And then of stolen goods that brash assailant took in futile flight against overwhelming numbers of City enforcers... And then, it all came to money.

Full circle. But one thing to do.

Hand jerked for ink from time to time as it wrote story of her own making.

Extortion. Harassment. Blasphemy against rulers. Impostoring government official tax collector and cleric of faith. Resistance to arrest. Theft. Muggery.

All of these words were weaved together in one report, that gave not entirely true, but believable story with some elements of it witnessed by the eyes of many soldiers.

Girl chuckled to herself when she remembered confusion and anger of one male between two bickering women, who shouted in angers command to arrest both, not used to such eventful chaotic day.

Nothing was told about interrogation this mystery lady tried to do with threats an misleading words.

In her mind, she saw angelic face of her most closest kin. It strengthened her resolve as she sealed the letter in envelope and sent it to needed people.

No matter what, she will protect her, even if child will learn to despise her with age.