The bowels and lower districts of Port-a-Lucine are a host to a myriad of slithering shadows, skulking and observing, knives in the dark. One such shadow traces its steps from one point of interest to another, quickly and silently, asking after a woman - one of Richemuloise descent, one of striking features emboldened by the raven dark of her hair and the emeralds set in her eye sockets. Why such a woman would associate herself with the Underworld of the City of Lights is beyond those who receive the shadow's audience, or in the instance they refuse to answer, the end of its blade.