Fox had retreated to her den with a collection of newspapers after she saw the article about the jewellery thefts. She had been the only one hitting jewellery stores over the passed few months, who could have stepped into her territory like this? Maybe the Syndicate were unhappy to let her freelance? She looked up other articles about recent thefts, but it was when she returned to the newest one and read it again that she caught the reference.
"Rubies..." she muttered aloud to no one.
Hadn't there been someone stealing rubies in Castille during the time she, Kallie, and Mika were there? Her uncle had been following it, keeping an ear to the ground out of interest for that kind of flair.
"I doubt dey 'ave stolen all de rubies in Castille." She pondered the question of why they were in Novandria.
Something felt off to her, like she was walking down an empty street that she knew wasn't empty.
"Well, sometimes de best t'ing to do den is to just say 'allo'." She grabbed her dark hooded leather jacket and pulled it on as she slipped out into the tunnels.