"Dawhh, what's a pretty thing like you doing down here?" she drawled, leaning back against the brick walls of the alleyway, grinding her scythe idly into the pavement.

"All alone in the dark. Don't'cha know that it gets shady in the night? Crossroad's got an underbelly too, ya know." Scythe made a sound between a hum and a chuckle as she looked over the other with her good eye.

There is little light here, between buildings. While Crossroads likes to adorn a colorful front, the alleys has as much blood as any faction's got. Most of it's old. Most of it's from the silhouette of the lady. Smells a bit rustic, don't it?