It had been a period of several hours after the confrontation between Rodolphe and a woman from earlier in the day, and it had been tugging at Lucille's conscience for a greater part of the day. The woman was thin and had not looked well. Lucille hated feeling inadequate and powerless, and knew that she had to do something, even if Rodolphe didn't support it. She ordered several of her handmaidens to get two of her fine outfits, made of fine materials, as well as get a decent amount of food and some money. They packed them up in paper, so that they would look like a relatively innocent package.
Lucille, meanwhile, hunted for a long hooded cloak so that it could cover her face enough. People knew who Lady Lucille Maverikko was, and she would have to certainly keep her wits about herself. Still, she would not have to go out alone, and she would have to leave with 2 other girls. One was a tougher handmaiden who was much more streetwise, and the other was equally as helpless as Lucille was.
Lucille made sure that the maids swore themselves to secrecy, and under the cover of night, they were out to Reajh, to find the spot where the events transpired from earlier. The trek took them several minutes, as they had to do it by foot, but they made it. A nervous Lucille knocked on the door of a townsperson, and waited for an answer.
The door quickly and forcefully opened, and a gruff looking man answered. "Whaddya want?"
"Have you seen a woman who looks she looks as if she's older, she has dark lips and brown and blonde hair, and there seems to be something on her head?" Lucille kindly asked, hoping that her regal bearing wouldn't be discovered by her voice.
"Hell if I know. I'd check down that road if I were you," the man pointed a fat and dirty finger at a narrow alleyway that was rampant with mice and rats about the size of a small dog. Lucille cringed at bit at the sight, but had to immediately forget about that.
"Thank you kindly, sir. You have certainly been of much..." Lucille answered in thanks, but the man slammed the door in her face.
"...assistance." Lucille quietly and dejectedly finished.
"Well, miss, shall we be on o'way?" the tougher maid asked as Lucille nodded. And on they were, into an alley overrun by mice and other pests.