The town of Nabias. Peaceful, quiet, or at least not terribly busy this time of day, though of course you get the usual adventurers and other riffraff from the surrounding areas. Whatever you may think of the place, you would most likely agree that it's not the sort of place you would expect a terrible crime to occur.
Today, here, something was amiss.
A shadowy form, hunched up against a door frame, outside a shop closed for the afternoon. Something with big glass windows. Maybe a boutique? It didn't matter, as it wasn't actually the source of the disturbance; it just happened to be conveniently nearby. A few people frowned when they passed, but Rocky ignored them. She was having fun. Sure, huddled in a doorway in a big black coat with a hat's brim pulled low over her eyes was not the most inconspicuous way she could make her observations, but her orders came direct from Mr. Evening, and they said she could employ whatever strategy she wanted.
Her observations, in this case, pertained to an area spanning several blocks in Nabias where the time stream had been destabilized, or something like that. A large-scale temporal anomaly had originally been pegged as the source, but now the folks back at HQ were pretty sure someone was actively manipulating timelines, and had to be stopped. So Rocky had been dispatched to check up on things. Just check up on things, the letter had said. Leave the intervention to the professionals.
Whether she would actually do that remained to be seen.