Cliaux had come across the flyer in Ul'dah at least a couple of times. Maybe once or twice it could have been considered a prank...but this was the fourth such leaflet that had crossed her vision.
She had heard of the area around the Wanderer's Palace. The stories it carried. And though she hadn't been there personally herself for all the stories of its dangers, how could she possibly resist a free concert from a troupe of completely mysterious performers?
It was all too much intrigue. Too shiny of a string to not pounce upon.
So she made her way from Ul'dah, taking the long trek towards the Palace. She travelled incredibly light to move at speed--a few daggers, a rolled up shawl of dark cloth, and a small pack of some hardtack biscuits and water for provisions. She would make good time and get to the concert at the appointed hour.
When she had made it to the forest, her travel changed dramatically, moving from trail to treetop, as the dark shawl was wrapped around her head and her movements becoming significantly more cautious. She was not about to be attacked by pirates, even for the love of music.
...unless, of course, pirates grew on trees?
