The sun was beginning to set as the evening rolled in, as many people seemed to have gotten off work or in some cases heading to. Archer though was returning from the small grocery, plastic bag dangling from his digits with only a few items this time. He could easily travel upon roof tops to skip the traffic of pedestrians, but he would take the back ways instead, only giving him the chance of running into trouble.
There was a faint strum of a guitar off in the distance, sounding so gently as if it didn’t want anyone else to listen. A brow raised in suspicion and slight curiously to who would be playing music at this hour. Not many wandered behind the old buildings that toppled over from the recent destruction, certain that buildings were still falling over from not able to bear the weight no more. Music became clearer as he approached closer, a woman coming in line of his vision not too soon after. “Strange place to play music, unwise don’t you think?” The servant speaks up, lips curled to a grin. “You can’t get money for playing back here.”