There were a lot more courier runs open today as a handful of the other runners took the day off. Which was fine for her, little more copper to her name isn't a bad thing. In theory. Midday runs pay better too. Mostly small parcels, a few replacement parts for some new magic she doesn't understand, a half dozen documents she doesn't want to understand. It's a lot of running, which is becoming more fun every day. A lot of jumping off rooftops, which she's shouldn't be as comfortable with as she is.

She finished the last of her morning trips, heading toward a bakery she liked with amazing confections she shouldn't buy, when she saw the gathering in the city square from the rooftop she was on. Too far to really hear the goings on but. It was pretty clear what it was.

Once the man was being lifted from the ground.

And the crowd cheered.

From her vantage she saw the constabulary and gathered mob 'suggest' anyone who seemed put off by the show to leave. It felt a little too... showy, for what it was. A spectacle of death. She expected revulsion, some desire to do something foolish and heroic. Something. All she felt was this aching hole in her heart. Some chasm full of just accepting this is the world. And somehow she missed the revulsion she was expecting.

The rest of Abby's deliveries went, honestly, better than the morning. Hollowness left little room for her occasional lapses in manners. She wasn't sunny and friendly, but she didn't say anything snarky or rude. She said all the little 'hello's and 'have a nice day's, with her tip and her coin and the end of it.

Came back to the Inn, grabbed her meal from whoever was working, and her beer. And a second beer, before even starting the first. And picked a quiet corner to sit and stare at her food and think about what she saw. Not really eating, barely touching either drink. Still trying to shake off that cold that wrapped around her. Doing a bad job of it.