pathfinderq1
First Post
Thea had been almost unnaturally quiet for some time now- certainly the entirety of their visit into the 2nd ward, and for a while before. She still had friends here, or so she liked to think, and this was where she had started her career in the constabulary- but something, somehow, didn't seem right. Her mind was still busy analyzing and replaying their brief encounter with the rogue druid, and their (far too lengthy, in her opinion) trip into the sewer. She knew that she ought to be working a bit harder on this investigation- but she didn't like leaving such a complicated case unfinished either. And maybe, just maybe, she wasn't quite so happy to be back in her old stomping grounds- she wanted to show off, just a bit, now that she was part of such an elite team, or at least she wanted a warmer reception. Even the faces she recognized around the station seemed coolly aloof, rather than old friends...
Then she remembered that she was an outsider now- part of Ironshirt's top-flight investigative team. The 2nd ward officers would see them more as competitors, rather than allies. So the best she could do would be to help crack the case, and catch up on old times later. She mulled over matters as they visited the mapmaker's home, and it was only as they approached the shop that she began to come out of her reticent state. As Jonas unlocks the door, she is practically by his shoulder, and she peers eagerly into the shop as soon as she can. "Perhaps only a few of us ought to enter- it may be cramped for folk larger than the owner," she says wistfully, hoping for a trove of precious clues- or at least some interesting tidbits...
Then she remembered that she was an outsider now- part of Ironshirt's top-flight investigative team. The 2nd ward officers would see them more as competitors, rather than allies. So the best she could do would be to help crack the case, and catch up on old times later. She mulled over matters as they visited the mapmaker's home, and it was only as they approached the shop that she began to come out of her reticent state. As Jonas unlocks the door, she is practically by his shoulder, and she peers eagerly into the shop as soon as she can. "Perhaps only a few of us ought to enter- it may be cramped for folk larger than the owner," she says wistfully, hoping for a trove of precious clues- or at least some interesting tidbits...