Down at the docks, Ellie's busy once again at the start of her day, loading her work sack with post and parcels for delivery, while placing heavier items such as imported furniture and bags of meat/fish for the local stores, butchers and fishmongers.
Always keeping her hood up, looking down and saying very little as she goes about her business, the young girl never really gives too much away about her character, and others often mistake her for a young transport boy, what with the role she's in and all.
Hear ye, Hear ye! Local and beloved Pathfinder, Cruril, goes missing!
This was something Ellie heard all morning. It seemed to be of a certain importance as many local paper boys read out the same headline over and over again.
Cruril? I wonder if ol' Betsy knows who this is? It couldn't hurt to inquire after work.
After several trips back and fourth from the docks, Ellie heads down some of the back alleys as usual and enters the back door of the home she stays in. Closing the door behind her and pulling back her hood, Old Betsy is seen, having a cup of tea by the fire.
Heya! It's just me! I've finished my work for the day now! said the girl, hanging her hooded cloak up on the clothes stand before making herself a quick bite to eat.
Sitting down in an armchair next to the old lady, Ellie spoke I was out on my usual shift earlier when I heard the same story from the loczl paper boys, being read over and over again. "local and beloved Pathfinder, Cruril, goes missing". Does the name mean anything to you? I've not heard it before.
