Sigil: City of Doors

The smell, poor Woof, is all but maddening. Drull, dry, and crowded. An uneasiness hangs in the air around you. Hungry stares and emotionless glances are abound. More than once such eyes land on you, but never do they linger.

Two posses at Odette's fingertips, within sight of Tahir from above. One moving towards the Lower, one towards the Clerk's.
Curiously, both notice a young woman draped in brown, watching from a nearby food vendor; a soft smile painted across her features. The hood is drawn, and air escapes in a heavy gust.