Her jingling bells began to slow down, as she approached Richard’s door, and knocked on it once. A rhythmic thumping came from inside the door a moment later, followed by the aging and worn voice of a man, “I’ma comin’…! Give me a min.” He peeked out from the sliver of the door’s opening next, “Yes’um? What you want, miss?”

Mirage took out the now medium sized bag, with all of the money she’s gained so far. “You asked for my help, since you weren’t going to be able to feed your children. Here, I hope this can help. I’ve checked it to make sure it was enough.” She held out the bag to the man, as he opened the door more.

Richard seemed to blend in with his darkening home, mostly due to his skin was a dark tone, and sagged with age. His outfit, just a shirt and pants, seemed to show age as well, mostly being slightly torn and dingy. “Oh… you must be Bell. Sorry, misseh, I didn’t remember yah from earlier.” Nodding, he took the bag from her. “Is there anything I can do fer yah, Bell?”

Mirage took a small breath, resting from her slight run, even though she could keep going if she had to. “Yes. I’m not in any trouble, just a bit cautious… can you not tell anyone that you saw me?”

Richard calmly nodded, “That I can misseh. Thank you for yer help.” With that the man slowly turned away, closing the door behind him and the rhythmic thumping faded away as he walked away from the door.

The rouge battle mage, however, had already vanished and was standing on a roof of an abandoned building nearby, easily out of the sight of the townspeople as she looked around for a moment. It was easy form her to get there, since unlike most people, she could walk on the walls. Hm… still unable to recall anything. Meh, I’ll have to give it a while, not going to be able to regain everything in one day…