It wasn't very hard to find the two siblings... or at least, it wasn't hard to find one of them. Irensorin could always be found wherever the crowds were thickest. More often than not, the crowds had gathered for him as he made a show of playing his lute and singing in a honeyed voice. He thrived off of the attention, and the keystones that many people would toss at his feet weren't so bad either.
Myrymsaaria, on the other hand, was difficult to find. Skulking through the crowd like a shadow, nimble fingers reaching into pockets in order to steal anything of value. Once she had made her rounds, she would disappear. She didn't want to stick around long enough to be accused for the thefts.