**What many consider the most dangerous street in Sylvan. It is a derelict boulevard that runs down the center of the southwest. Poorly lit and most the time filled by a confection of many different types, from vagrants and orphans filling abandoned apartments, fountain squares, or squatting around fires and each other for warmth; to even a few of the less violent demons, and even some smaller fey creatures. The main area for what many consider the frontlines in the southwest. **
Lilith walks down the center of the street, not caring about anything else but finding a drunk frog-faced man. She pulls out her hand scythe letting the shadows expand as the scythe grew into a massive 6" death-rod that she wields with uncanny ease. There is a unnatural darkness to her that wards off the predators of the street.
**There was unnatural darkness all around her, but lucky for Lilith none of the usual predators were lurking on the street at this time. A small group of homeless were standing around a barrel, keeping warm, and staying close for protection. It seemed like they were mumbling about something.**
**As Lilith approached the group she noticed two of the tramps picking up a third, who was cursing a number of obscenities at an apparent nobleman who had just rushed by in a hurry, knocked the three companions down in the process as he unapologetically stormed by.**
**Upon closer inspection, the three companions were actually six companions, little swarthy faced fellows that had large black eyes, long bulbous noises and hairy whiskers. They were standing ontop one another, each with one on their shoulders.**
Goblin - Aye! We's can tell ya alright. In we will, but was innit for the likes o us, little miss 'ood, hmm? Treated no better din dirt, we are, by these wealfy nobles. Why, they be no better din the Faërie Courts , no they ain't.
**The other creatures nodded enthusiastically at the wisdom of their apparent leader.**
Perplexed, Lilith pauses for a moment. Her plan was to get information from 3 women and if the refused she would have buried her blade into their chests. But now there are 6 very new and very ugly adversarys of unknown properties to Lilith. She does not know if bloodshed is a good idea for once...which is very uncomfortable.
Eventually she said "I have nothing to offer this moment besides death. My gold is in my cell.". Which is obvious as she has no pockets on her dress "I can offer you half of his bounty money for your help. That's 60 gold". She said resisting the urge to hack off little ugly limbs...
Goblin leader - Coins is it? Nah, noffin to buy wif coins. Les make a deal, little 'ood. You capture dis ruffian and wes gets his clothes, aye. And any food he 'as! Food would be good, aye. Do we 'ave a deal?
"Thankie sai" she said in monotone trying to speak in their accent. She walked down to the salon, supprised by the creatures politeness. Politeness is a rare thing in her life. She turns the scythe into a shadowy hand replica of its self then with no hesitation walks in.