No clues lurking about. That was a first. After finding nothing on her sweep, the woman turned around and glanced back to find Inessa inspecting the hat and the note. Stepping closer, she peered down at the other, though she couldn't rightly make out the words. She did, however, spot the gold that came away on her hands.
"A fake? Seems the Flea's a thief, poet and an artist." She scoffed lightly, nodding her head down at the note. "What's the bloody fool have to say this time?"
"A fake? Seems the Flea's a thief, poet and an artist." She scoffed lightly, nodding her head down at the note. "What's the bloody fool have to say this time?"
