there is quiet, for just a moment

Phoebe

the nightingale

The nightingale appear'd the first
And as her melody she sang

The dry spells in between the downpour of rain were rare now, so Phoebe made sure to take advantage of them whenever she could. Errands still needed to be run, supplies needed to be gathered - running a brothel was a resource heavy endeavor after all as room and board was a large portion of the prostitutes' wages. And though she could and did still run about the market when it was raining, it was far easier to do during these short breaks.

But as she walked down the street, she paused in front of the notice board, scanning it for anything she might find of interest of use. Honeyed eyes paused on the notice she had left about the strangers, a slight frown curving her lips. She had yet to have anyone come and discuss the members of the Order with her. Perhaps she and Remi were the only ones they had reached out to - which was entirely possible she supposed. They seemed to have interest in individuals who met rather specific criteria; criteria she doubted many in a place like Torchline would meet. Reaching into her basket, she pulled out a pen to amend her notice.

'Finn Rosencrantz'

Maybe seeing the slight change in name would help bring interest to it again - and bring others forward.

The apple into blossom burst
To life the grass and violets sprang