Sliding headgear of Alerian technology over her face from her forehead, Yvonne allowed her vulnerable eyes a scant few seconds adjustment to peering through lenses. Her silvers felt comfortable, at home in the darkness of night but that feeling of security was a trap. She needed to take care of her vision regardless of the hour. Lights burned brighter upon a black backdrop and a stark contrast between white and black could leave a lingering spot in front of her eyes, a blindness that refused to fade for hours at a time.

Nevertheless the Alerian's vision would enable them to track the vandal down through a nocturnal and sleepy Donnalaich. Yvonne made her way through ruined buildings with purpose, along cobble rubble and dirt pathways with singular intent. She tweaked the zoom intensity of her lenses constantly, zooming in on potential clues to scrutinize them in detail from afar.

Only a puddle of water lay still before her. False alarm perhaps, residual rain from yesterday, or an indication the culprit had fled far from here. The hybrid scout turned back the dial on the zoom, grasping a full picture of her surroundings once again.

Moving on around a crippled storehouse the building's wounds came into view. Dangling palings, again missing thatch and a door that no longer closed properly but swung back and forth with the breeze - not an ideal place to store anything. Either the vandal had not caused this or had done so many days ago. No ice to be found. Not even water. A drakari could have easily damaged the door to break in and enter, to rummage through the jars of food.

This building in particular gave Yvonne the impression that more than one person was at fault here. Perhaps a single vandal started the commotion. The desperation and fear of the people did the rest, tearing their city apart in search of food and supplies. Every drakari and fae for themselves.

If her suspicion proved correct then finding the vandal would only resolve a portion of the problem. These people needed to be reined in and governed. Their self-centeredness would be to the detriment of others. Resources needed to be shared. Food needed to be rationed. Races needed to cooperate no matter how different they appeared to be.

She would discover who damaged the storehouse later - who risked the survival of the city by taking what they could carry and exposing the rest to vermin and the weather. These jars would be identifiable. If the thieves hadn't shattered them into pieces and cast the granules into the wind she would find them. The scavengers would pay their debt or face the consequences of a surly half-dwarf. This neglected city, the effects on its citizens and the way Felicity frequently lashed out here had all served to put her in a curmudgeonly mood.