Well, up and off.

Arcan stands and starts to walk, taking alleyways and other backends to avoid the bustling of the crowds and any attention that may be drawn from carrying a sack of money around.

It seems the walk to wherever Arcan is going to might take a while, maybe 20, 30 minutes? Would Crimson like to pipe up at all to break the silence? For most of the walk, Arcan is silent. He too can stay silent and just past the time walking if he wishes, of course.

Arcan shakes her head, though she keeps facing forwards towards where they are heading, "I hadn't really thought of the origins of my name, but I suppose arcana may be one. Although, I'm not very good with magic, to be honest. My mother decided on the name though."

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((Bro the last sentence be very confusing since it's missing a subject I just went and edited it))

"Maybe... maybe..." She thinks on it, "I think I'll look into it sometime. I just always viewed the word as my name, and nothing more. The word is mine and mine alone... does that make any sense?"

"I assume you'd not wish to go further into it? The past of others can be a very private thing, after all."

She looks around for a stick, and spots one. It's a wooden pole among other wood pieces, left unattended on the side of a building. To her, it seems like it's just been left behind and forgotten, so hopefully nobody, especially Crimson, would make a fuss out of her taking it.

She swiftly snatches it up and holds it out to him, "Here you go."

Arcan eyes Crimson for a moment, then turns around, "Alright. Let's go then."

Arcan nods and turns around to do so.

After walking for some time once again, they exit the alleyways and arrive at a guard post located on a somewhat busy street. It's a citadel tower about 3 stories tall and made of weathered brick walls.

She stares and shifts on her feet for a bit before looking back at Crimson, "We're here."

Arcan shrugs, "I wouldn't know. I assume this city has a long history. Maybe this one is just one of their old outposts."

She approaches one of the guards standing outside, hesitates for a bit, and then says, "Excuse me?" hefting and adjusting the sack behind her which made a slight clink.

"What is it?" The guard asks, his voice gruff, but overall neutral.

The guard raises his brow, "We were aware of some sort of robbery in the trade district."

Arcan looks to the man, "Yes, this is the coin."

"Where's the thief now? What happened to them?" He asks, almost immediately after Arcan answers.

The Guard sighed, and responded with his gruff voice, "I admit you've done a great service to us by returning what was stolen. You have saved us a lot of time an effort" He nods to affirm his point, "But we can't accept your supposed sentencing for the thief. They enacted a crime in our city, so they must be punished in accordance to our law and authority."

Arcan hands the guard the sack, to which he hefts it to another nearby guard, who takes it away, probably to a secure place to await its return. Other members of the city watch gather as well to listen in.

The guard shifts to lean more on his spear, "Do you remember where you last saw the thief? Do you have a description? We're looking to take them in to be punished by our own rules."

"If there's someone left to punish. Of course." He adds.