After about twenty minutes, Fiera decided she couldn't sleep. She was much too excited to explore the city and see what it had to offer her. She slipped out of bed, shrugging on her cloak and grabbing her new necklace from its box on her desk. She slipped it on, and immediately her appearance shifted to the icy-blue scaled draconian woman. Fiera put on her boots and took her bag from where it hung on the desk chair. She grabbed out the four coins she had swiped a week ago. They were gold, but much less familiar than the typical gold coin she was used to seeing. They were circular, golden leaves, and according to Feven, they were worth about five regular golden coins each. They were incredibly well crafted, and she was eager to see if she could earn any more. As Fiera headed down the steps, she saw a note resting on the front desk. She picked it up and it read: Fiera, Thank you for your help this first week. I’ve placed your first week's pay in the leather pouch beneath this letter - spend it wisely. There are many who would try to take it from you in this city. Not every week will be as easy as the previous one, especially now that I’ll be able to send you out on errands. I’ll be taking today off, please use the day to explore the city and learn what you can about it. Best, Dr. Buranos Fevenworth Fiera grabbed the pouch sitting beneath the letter and checked its contents. As she spilled it out onto the desk she counted out twenty gold pieces. These were your typical golden coin with a dragon inscribed on one side, and a sunflower on the other. She added them to her bag, and was about to leave when she heard a small noise from in front of her. Looking down, she saw Dimmerson, leaning against a book, small arms crossed. His eyes were half closed, like he had just woken up. “Don’t worry, I won’t be out long. Besides, Feven told me to explore, what's the harm in going out a few hours before the sun rises?” Fiera asked, strolling toward the door. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon. If I’m not back by sunrise you can tell on me. Deal?” Dimmerson shrugged and turned to hop off the desk. Fiera headed out the door and made sure to lock it using the key Feven had given her when they first arrived. She stood in the doorway, staring out into the depths of the night. Usually it rained each night here, something to do with the location and altitude, according to Feven. Tonight, however, the sky was clear, though the cobblestones were damp from a cold rain earlier that day. She pulled her hood up and started off, breathing in the fresh air. It smelled amazing, like everything was cleansed by the recent storm. Fiera headed what she thought was north, walking past many closed businesses and residences. She eventually came to a wall, which she followed for a few minutes before she saw torches and guards ahead, guarding a passageway in the wall. She identified it as one of several checkpoints to get into the gilded district, as indicated by the golden banners and flag surrounding the entryway. She continued on, confident her new glamour would hold up to the guards. She was just about to pass them when she heard one call out, her heart stopping. “Hey, you there. Stop,” called one of the guards. Fiera did everything in her power to keep from bolting straight away. She gripped her bag with one hand, the other clenching as she turned. She only had a few seconds to think quickly.