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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ambrus" data-source="post: 4573920" data-attributes="member: 17691">The streetwise guttersnipe moves quickly to help Edmond with the hippogriff's tack, his tiny hands deftly undoing the oversized buckles with practiced ease. "I've spent the night in worse places than the fishery. People are running scared; I doubt anybody will care what we're about with everything going on. Sides, we're only going a few blocks back the way we came. Just grab him and his stuff and let's go before something else happens."While Thorson and Edmond heft the soldier and his riding tack, Dj'hân plucks three large intact wing feathers from the dead hippogriff. Listening to Lynn's idea, the guttersnipe freely offers her his insight. "If you want a cart for later there's one parked at the fishery's loading dock. And if you want to get around by water there are a couple o' rowboats moored out back."Once the adults are ready, the wily urchin turns and leads the way down the alleyway from which they'd emerged a few moments earlier. Retracing their circuitous route, the guttersnipe occasionally pauses at intersections and the corners of buildings to spy the route ahead while the men catch up with their burden.OOC: Aiming to lead the group back to the fishery's office door using stealth.</blockquote>