On one of her wanders through Senntisten's streets, Adelheid caught a glimpse of one of the warnings. Her steps drew to a halt, the night's breeze whistling past her ears. The moon lit the pathways and the swaying trees behind her dimly, the scribed message tricky to make out in the low lighting. Still, she fought through, squinting and struggling. "There's a bounty now?" She spoke aloud to none in particular, words verging on immature complaints. "I can't believe this! He's giving away my case!"
With this, the steward turned on her heel, returning to her research - and perhaps to her detective's costume, still in the making - with great haste.