Constance paced slowly over the cobbles, his robes dragging behind him along the stone. He stopped for a moment to peer up at the sun before he noticed a missive up against a wall. He pulled it down and lifted a tattooed hand to cover his eyes as he read. "Hm, worth a look." Pushing the paper between layers of the dark robes that hung from his tall form, he moved onward; groaning as he craned to stretch his neck.