As the group left the collegium, rather downhearted by what they had discovered there, they were accosted by a young woman, one who was a bit frantic and nervous looking. Dressed in little more than the brown and grey outfits of the peasantry that lived within the lesser districts of Adeinia, still she had enough surety of purpose to stand in front of the company, however shaky her hands might be when she wasn't clasping them together.
"Sirs, do you think you might help me? I don't want to seem strange, but I overhead the conversation you had at the skyfall, and have been waiting for a chance to speak with you ever since. My family is..." she paused to snuffle and dab at her nose "
was one of the great mage families. Not here, but another skycity. But we lost everything when it fell. So now I sew, and cook meals occasionally at an inn... If you go, could you please please look for anything with my family crest on it? It's the word
Áðexe, with a starry arc of sky above it. Anything you could bring back would be so kind!"
Her hands still shaking, she swept into a low, but awkward curtsy, and nervously began backing away from the company, clearly unsure of their company with her pleas made.
All this while, several members of the company had been trying to understand why she felt vaguely familiar. After a quick search through their memory, they recollected that she was one of the inhabitants of the market on that first dreary day in Adeinia. Coincidence is such a strange beast.
The woman seems a little odd to you, like this is too much of a coincidence. But it's just a feeling.