[ Leslie’s Lady knows that she goes into the Outer City from time to time, though sometimes in hindsight due to Edelgard’s vampire nocturnal schedule. Going outside the Bright Wall alone, however, is something that Leslie is not supposed to do.

She’d been about to give up on finding someone already out in the slums and return inside to find someone to ask for help when Geralt had arrived. But now that he has volunteered to help her, she considers that problem solved. ]

Thank you.

[ She smiles briefly, grateful for the offer. In other circumstances, she might have asked him if he was sure he wasn’t too busy, but in the case of looking for missing children...her expression turns more serious. ]

I’ve heard about four children who are missing. — No, five, but I was told that Warren returned on his own since I was first told about him. And that it was useless to rely on me if I couldn’t even know that much, so...some of the rest might have come back already, too.

[ From the way she takes a deep breath and lets it out as she reaches into the bag at her side, it seems that she only mostly successful in not letting that comment weigh on her.

After a moment, she pulls out a piece of paper from her bag that unfolds into a small, crude map of the east side of Aefenglom, clearly copied by someone who is not a cartographer and left out a lot of details. The city proper inside the walls is completely blank and the outside of the walls only has natural landmarks and the occasional road marked in. The Bright Wall is the only thing that seems to be fully filled out, with large scribbles dotted across it. Leslie is quite good at straight lines, but attempting to draw anything freehand is beyond her, so her attempts to draw gates and towers have resulted in these scribbles that are at least in the right spots. ]

Three of them were sent to fetch water before they disappeared. [ She points to a place where a creek was circled. ] Grace’s and Edward’s families usually take water from here. Grace is seven years old with short blond hair, and Edward is nine with shoulder-length brown hair. I don’t think they were sent at the same time, but it might have only been an hour or two apart.

[ She then points to a spot where two streams, not very far from each other on the map, are circled. There are a couple of lighter lines extending from the nearest few wall-scribbles nearby, suggesting that she was trying to get her bearings on the map by looking at the nearest wall landmarks from where she was standing. Given the two streams being circled, it seems that this is something she doesn’t quite know how to do. ]

A ten-year-old named Livia was sent somewhere around here. [ Depending on the chronological order of threads, the name might sound familiar to Geralt if he’s gone looking for children with Merrin yet. ] She’s short with brown curly hair.

And then there’s Oscar. It was a little difficult to understand exactly what happened through the arguments the people I talked to were having, but I think he slipped out when his parents were busy, so I don’t know what he was going to do. He lives around here. [ She taps an X on a blank part of the map, with similar lines from the nearby gates and towers used to place it in around the right spot. ] He’s about eight and I think the mother said he takes after his father, who has a kind of darker blond hair.

[ Or maybe she meant in terms of personality and it has nothing to do with what he looks like. Leslie did her best to sift through the conversation with a couple who were very concerned about their child but also concerned about blaming the other for negligence. ]