Robarte saw Grace turn around and leave the street they were standing at to catch another path before she went off in her carriage. His eyes mellowed down once she left, his features turning softer again and he left the street himself. The people who knew him bowed when their eyes met and he returned it back like a gentleman. Walking towards the black market when something on the wall caught his attention. It was a paper of a woman drawn on it.
He stared at the picture which had a bounty of two hundred gold coins that now had been raised to four hundred gold coins.