After wandering around the city Berdyne sits by bench a taking a break a fly-er and hat get scuffed by the milling crowd beside her pack. Inspecting the hat briefly she dusts it off setting it on-top of her bag as her ears twitch at the heated conversation reaching her ears. Turning back to the fly-er she reads it with a little interest. Berdyne stands picking up the hat and bag carrying each in a hand she walks over to the conversation with a bit of interest and intending to hand back the fly-er and find the person who lost her hat at least she thinks that's what she heard.
~Dream no small dreams for they have no power to move the hearts of men.~
~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe ~
~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe ~
