Zia stands amidst the buildings, shivering slightly and watching a pair of children play nearby. Ailith makes her way out of the tavern, looking out at the cold winter evening. One of the children scrambles up onto the steps of one of the buildings, screaming something at his brother and shaking a fist. "Getch ye down from there," their mother hisses through clenched teeth. Of course, both children ignore her. This Zia watches with interest. Ailith looks toward the noise, frowning a bit, then makes her way toward the stables. "Are ye an 'ealer?" the mother asks in a raspy, whispery voice.