Returned to her task is Ripper. Perched on the stairs of the Shady Corner with a book of loosely bound research notes opened on her knee. They detail the management of goods for trade, how to estimate and price, when to go to market with certain items. She does read, though the concepts seem to come naturally to her. Truly, her position fulfils an ulterior motive, for if one could tell where those ink-pool eyes were focused it wouldn't lead to the notes, but most often back again to the soldiers. In her head she can all but recite their schedule now.
~Blonde and Brunette with dark skin exchange post with pale Brunette and Redhead....Blonde and Brunette w. d. s. move into the tavern for dinner. Blonde forgets his height and hits his head on the door. Curses. Brunette w. d. s. laughs. Messenger converses with Redhead and p. Brunette then leaves via south road. Redhead looks this way, shudders...~
In perfect unison with her estimation, the freckled guard glances at the vampire and shakes himself. Ripper smirks gently, waving clawed fingers at the pair and then looks back to Weiscloud's research notes, humming a soft tune to herself.