
Soon enough they rode though the Gate of Nald and past the guards that simply waved her on. Making their way though the sleepy streets, Cliodhna knew the chocobo porters would still be asleep and an empty stall would be an ideal place to stash Fury until she was finished. Making quick work of the lock, she guided the bird in the chocobo house and after quickly setting him up with some food and water in a vacent, Cliodhna set her sights on the flame hall.
Adjacent to Sunsilk tapestries was what appeared to to be a warehouse, picking the front lock, she eased the door open and ducked inside. Ignoring the vast assortment of stores from the various shops on Ruby road, she climbed the stairs leading to the loft and the small scaffolding outside. Quickly she climbed up the hoist-rope in order to clamber atop the roof. From there she was about to make her way to Garret's holding tower when her pearl had gone off again. Feeling it buzz reminded her of how it had gone off the day before and the potential threat it posed to her cover. Ripping the pearl from her ear and tossing it on the ground, Cliodhna stomped on it with her heel as hard as she could; the pearl giving out a weak screech in the caller's end as it shattered.
Shortly after, she was balanced outside the medium sized window frame of the holding cell. Finding it to swing open easily, Clidohna wasn't surprised; it was a long drop down from her current vintage point. Inside the coward was curled up on his cot and huddled under a thin blanket, mumbling prayers to himself. Slipping in silently, she made her way over to the bed and clamped a hand roughly on his mouth, giving the already jumpy midlander a start, his eyes the size of saucers. Even in the dim light, Cliodhna could see that he barely had a scratch on him, which meant the weak bastard already let some information slip to keep from getting worked over. "Hello Garrett, you haven't been telling any stories now, have you?" She whispered, a wicked grin on her lips.
too sexy to keep unhidden 
