Somewhere poor.

A powerful leap sees you running back across the rooftops towards where you were captured. Lacking the protection of your magical gloves, you can't help but notice just how much your bare feet don't like the clay tiles of the roof. Your makeshift dress chooses that instant to fall from your body. You slide to a halt, turning around to grab the sheet again. Wrapping the sheet around yourself, you take off running again, knowing the clock is against you. "Guess I oughta find some shoes and clothes, too..." You laugh quietly to yourself, knowing if your equipment isn't with the letter you'll have to steal some.

Nearly an hour later, you feel you are close enough to use the scroll. Taking it out, you think of the message, and let the words flow across the scroll until you can read it. You carefully read each word, ensuring your enunciation is perfect. As you finish the words, the scroll poofs out of existence, and you suddenly know exactly where the message is.

It's not where you expected it. You thought it would be somewhere in the guards barracks, or perhaps the king's mansion nearby. Where it actually ended up is in a nearby slum. The building in question is nothing more than a ramshackle hut, made of bits of tin and rotting wood. The major problem is it's separated from the rest of the shanties in the slum by a pretty solid gap. You're going to have to cross some open space to get to the shanty.

You slip along the rooftops, quietly passing over guards, before you hit the limit of how far you can go above the ground. A good look around reveals what looks like two guards hanging around the vicinity of the only door to the shanty. They're not obvious, but everything from their gait to how they keep themselves in sight of the door, screams guards at you. They aren't armored, at least not obviously, though you can see short swords hanging from their hips.

Conscious of the soon-to-be-rising sun, you find a spot out of sight of the guards, and drop to the ground. You grimace just a bit as your bare feet hit the muddy ground, before turning your mind to the guards. After a moment, you decide to just walk up to them, and see what happens.

You stroll around the corner, walking towards the nearest guard. He takes one look at you, then gestures to the other guard, drawing his sword as he does so. Apparently they know what you did, and have orders to stay quiet. Strange.

Suddenly, the first guard is upon you. He's fast, and even your impossibly fast reflexes are barely enough to keep his blade out of you. You snatch your dagger from its sheath, even as you twist away from his blade. The sheet chooses that moment to fall off again, but you ignore it, being much too concerned about the guard swinging at you, and the other one rapidly approaching.

The sheets falling has a benefit, though. The guard you're fighting hesitates just a second, staring at your incredible body laid bare before him. That moment's hesitation is all he gets, as your dagger flicks across his throat, a faint gurgling escaping as he falls to the ground. You spin towards the other guard, who is stepping in front of the door, his sword raising to a guard position. Unfortunately, he's had a moment to recover from your sudden nudity, and he's ready for you. You start to run at him, before suddenly flicking your wrist, sending the dagger flashing the last few feet between the two of you. His eyes widen in surprise, and he starts to duck aside, ever so slightly too late. Your dagger takes him in the eye, dropping him instantly. In one fluid motion, you reach down, snatching your dagger and the key ring on his belt up. A flick of your wrist clears the blade of the dagger of what little blood accumulated on it, and it slides back into its sheath. A few seconds trying the keys on the key ring finds the key to the door, and you slip inside, shutting the door behind you. The only signs of your passage are the two dead guards, and your makeshift dress lying in the street.

You glance around the room, spotting the message sitting on a cluttered table. Why it's here makes no sense to you, but it's not yours to reason why. You grab the message, tucking it safely in your satchel, then have a glance around, hoping there's something more obviously valuable to be had from here. You open a drawer on a battered, collapsing nightstand, and find a small, silver statuette inside, sitting next to a small pile of cloth. The carvings not intricate, and it weighs all of maybe half a pound, but it's better than nothing. You slip that into your satchel, too, then, mindful of your nudity, pick up the cloth as well. A quick shake reveals its actually an old, ratty, threadbare dress. However, it's clothing, and you're not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. You slip it on, grab your satchel, and slip back out the door, launching yourself onto the nearby rooftops again.

A short while later, in the light of the rising sun, you have a chance to examine the dress in more detail. It hugs you like a glove, its ragged hem falling to just below the curve of your ass. There are slits nearly up your waist on either side of it, keeping it from riding up. It's also riddled with holes, including one which your left nipple peeks through, your nipple ring standing out against the darker fabric of the dress. Your other nipple stabs against the threadbare material, feeling as though it will burst through any second. You grunt. It beats nothing, but not by much. However, if you ever need to look like a poor street urchin, this dress will definitely work.

With that in mind, you drift back towards the water, catching a street merchant in the process of setting up his stall. He turns out to be a source of salvation, and an opportune fence. He sells footwear and clothing items. At that moment, something buried deep within you comes forth, and you find yourself trying on all sorts of shoes, from ones with impractically high heels, to ones which amount to nothing more than a piece of leather and a few straps. After a few moments, you know which shoes fit you, and have a few ideas for clothing, too. The only problem is your limited budget...