Fiera turned slowly as the guard approached. He slowed as he got closer, raising a lantern towards her. “Ah, apologies, Miss. We’re on the lookout for a young, black-scaled draconian. You haven’t seen one, have you?” the guard questioned, sounding disappointed. “No, can’t say I have. The only other draconian I’ve seen today was my Uncle Fevenworth,” Fiera answered. “Right…Old Fevenworth, of course. Didn’t know he had a niece. What’s your name? And can I see your pass?” the guard asked. “Einrith. Einrith Fevenworth.” She handed over the tarnished pass Feven had given her. “Now if that will be all, I’ll be on my way,” she said with a tone of finality. She was used to using fake names. “Of course. Have a good night. Sorry to bother you.” He handed back the small, silver card and walked back towards the checkpoint. Fiera walked quickly down the street, careful to keep an eye out for anyone else. Eventually, she came to a small business that was, remarkably, still open. She peered down the street and saw it was the only building with lights on, besides a few taverns. There was a sign on the outside that said, “Bill’s Bakery - Now Open 24 Hours a Day!” Fiera headed inside and noticed a small machine was perched on the counter. It spoke as she entered, its voice metallic, making little dings and clicks as it talked. “Welcome to Bill’s Bakery. We are currently selling all items at half-price. Fresh-baked goods will be available in approximately three hours and twenty-four minutes. What can I get for you?” the little machine asked. Fiera had never seen a machine quite like this. It was circular and made of what looked like silver and platinum pieces. There were a few gemstones that glowed faintly on the outside. She treated the machine the same as a person behind the counter, and ordered a small croissant and a chocolate and greeberry tart. She paid with one gold coin and ate her treats as she continued to walk. She saw a few more people as she walked, though none talked to her. She approached a small fountain of a large, winged fairy and sat on a bench, watching the stars as she finished her baked goods. Belly now full, she rose to begin heading back to Feven’s shop. She saw a shooting star and followed it with her eyes. Eventually, it fell out of her line of sight, however looking right where it disappeared, Fiera saw there was a shop she had yet to see in Brimstorm. It was a small jewelry shop, currently closed. There were empty displays, and as she approached she could see there were more glass displays filled with gems inside. She looked around behind her, making sure the coast was clear before taking in as much detail of the shop as she could. She hadn’t pulled off a heist in a while. It looked like this might be a two person job. It was always good to have a lookout. The place didn’t appear to have much in the way of security, besides a heavy iron door and bars on the windows. Fiera just knew it would be only too easy to pick that lock, scoop up as many gems as her claws could carry, and be off. The only problem was she didn't have any connections here. She didn’t know any other thieves or fences she would be able to sit on, and until she found someone trustworthy enough, those precious gemstones would be practically worthless. Fiera shoved her hands into her pockets and walked off. There was no reason to steal anymore - she had a job, a place to live, and food to eat. Still, the thrill she would experience called to her. Thanks for reading! There will be another entry tomorrow!