to think, to worry, and to think again

[*Er_Nano_Infame]

This early evening would find a ponderous Jall, as she rests in her bed, gathering forces for the upcoming night.
Few new things she aknowledged about the ongoing case, creepy things.
And among them something that, along with some words many would not consider reliable, fed a certain suspect and fear she had.
Something that if proven true would put her in an unsettling position. Of course she hopes to be wrong.
But her paranoia and instict grown in her time in sigil, will make her check anyway.
Just...she must keep her tension under control, and mind and weight each word she speaks.
To add mess, those fresh rumors from the hive about disappeared people. Disappeared literally? She will check on that too, hoping it is unrelated. Enough lurking tension already...

[*Er_Nano_Infame]

later that night, jall felt she had to hurry in an, not completely, unexpected way. maybe just a dead end. maybe not. yet, she felt she had to hurry to stop observing and collecting and acts more directly, if her intuition was right. if not, well, to hell with it