"We've searched the city for clues. I suppose we could do a quick run through to see if we've missed anything that any of you can spot. Let's start this way," he decided, heading towards the street.
The rest of them followed him. A few streets down, Jared stood up from a young homeless woman, pulling.his cloak around him.
He squinted at him suspiciously. "So you stole it." Harper interjected, coming between the two of them, she glanced at Jared momentarily before looking back at Cyril. "Jared here is my assistant! I promise no harm would come. I trust him." Cyril said nothing, going quiet.
Jared looked over at her in something like surprise before looking back over at Cyril. "To answer your questions, sir, I take hearts from the homeless population who don't have the money to repair the cracks and damage, and I pay Harper to do the repairs for me before returning them to the people. Might I ask what the King's Guard has done for these people?"
"We return the hearts that have been stolen in the first place." He sighed. "Carry on, I suppose. Miss Flour trusts you and I'm currently working with. We have other things to attend to."
Harper sighed, turning back to the group. "I'm sorry. He can be rather irritable in the morning, but he truly is kind." Cyril squinted. "Let's keep moving."
