The autumnal winds were creeping razing fingers over the streets of Shanton just the same as any other. Light, fragile dustings of frost spiraled patterns over the wrought iron lamp posts which were only just beginning to come to life with the flicker of pyro magic as dusk deepened further into the umbral arms of darkness. His thoughts were too narrowed upon a possible lead to take in any semblance of the delicate hoarfrost patterns as they coiled like ivy along the posts. He only heeded the creak and groan of sign posts as they whispered within the breeze, their burdened hinges heavy with rust and age - the occasional tapping of foot falls upon the cobble stone.

It wasn't a remarkable section of the city, and it certainly wasn't the luxury of the capitol either. The dark alleys were seedy, and often sounds bloomed from them that should he have been paying them any more attention would have undoubtedly dusted the tips of his ears with pink. He didn't wander here often, and his movements came to a slow halt entirely as his eyes scanned the etchings of street signs, comparing them to the scribbled note he held in his fingers. Kingsberry Lane. Umber gaze would narrow, seeing neither of the intersecting paths dubbed that, nor any other corner he had encountered thus far. His shoulders would sag faintly with a heavy sigh blooming from his lips. Steam still plumed from his nostrils with the dejection, old habits he knew not how to break with the kiss of un-death keeping him warm. The apparition of human.

Again, he would look to the scrap, nearly grimacing with the hope that the untidy script would change script. He had hoped this would be a quick trip, that he would be able to return home long before the late hour. Finally, he gave up on trying to morph the note, instead settling on shoving it into his pocket and looking instead for an inn. He would stay for the evening, and hopefully in the morning, he would be able to rent a horse from a stable nearby so as to make it back to Lavalles for the pending appointment he had been tasked with.

Finding nothing but what appeared to be crowded town houses too close to one another for comfort, he would turn on his heel. He was quite sure he had passed a tavern not too far back. Even if it had no rooms available, where there was one, there were usually more semi near and he would simply have to bet on that for the moment.