Dark clouds slumped over the city like a sodden blanket threatening to dump their contents on the streets below. the Moon elf was glad for the hooded leather jacket that she had worn since taking the advice of that copper back in Baulders Gate. He had said that cloaks get caught on all manner of things but a close cut jacket would keep you warm and dry without the heroic nonsense.
Besides, Adventurers wore cloaks, and she was definitely NOT an adventurer.
She had come to Waterdeep looking for closure. The gold in her purse had come seeking information about the vanished daughter of a merchant family
Lyra Evergarden had been her friend. probably the only person who tolerated her for more than five minutes. probably because Lyra was an idiot. She ran off to Waterdeep when some bad promised to make her a star. her letters were promising at first but then became more and more erratic and less and less frequent.
so the family called upon her friend the self-styled consulting detective, Finnea Chaestina.
in truth Finn's skill, while considerable when compared to normal people, were still developing. she doubted she could actually find much on one woman in a city of a million people.
but what she could do was take the opertunity that had been handed to her.
"there must be as many mysteries and crimes as there are people" she thought.
it was with this in her brain that she set out toward the watch house.
before arriving there she happened across one of the city's men in uniform an elven male named Constable Aeldre Feyblade. He was skulking under the eves of the Adventurers Guild (adventurers again...) to keep out of the rain, smoking a pipe.
After a cursory exchange with him she found him to be exactilly what she would have expected from a typical city watchman
a slacker.
after hearing of her search for Lyra he even asked "have you spoken to the watch?"
she blinked at him "i just did...."
in truth she had no intentions of bringing her case to the city watch. doubtless they had far to many issues on their collective plates to care about one empty headed woman who's been missing for six months. No, she would figure it out on her own.
Feyblade reinforced that this was the best thing to do, not that she needed his praise or support. but somewhere deep inside her a small little ember flicked to life. it was nice to be validated for once.
OK, he's a slacker, but maybe not a total loss.
with that the two parted ways
Finn retired to a nearby inn to arrange her notes and rest from the journey
she watched from the window as Waterdeep, under the cloak of rain, whispered promises of secrets and mysteries to be solved
