Run against the clock

Fuck sleep, am I right?

Alexis furiously thought as she rushed towards Lowood, near the Hare as Carver had told her.

Arriving at the scene, she wildly looked around, seeking something, anything, that could point her into the right direction.

She felt like she was searching for an eternity, and there was just nothing.
The mercenary was ready to scream her frustration to the sky, when she caught something in the corner of her eye.
A length of cloth, almost covered by the dirt of the streets.
She pulled it up. It was a scarf. One she had seen Islana wearing.

Alexis stared at it. Great, so Islana had been here. So what now?

Focus. FOCUS! You can’t be stupid right now! Think!

Who would take the young huntress? The cult. Where did those lavvy-heided wankstains operate? Lowood. And how did they likely recruit? Felfar. So, where would one try to get connections to a dealer?

Alexis gaze slowly turned to the Hare.
Well. Islana, as a beautiful girl with bright red hair was easily recognisable. With some luck the same did not go for plain middle-aged soldier women.

And hey, she definitely didn’t have to fake being sleep deprived.

Pulling up her hood she walked towards the bar.