It wasn't often Darrow got the chance to wander out of the office for something less than manhandling the latest drunk or finding out where her guards on shift had slipped off to. It was nice, what rare chance she got. Note left on her door, check in with the two guards manning the office this late, and off she'd gone.
While the breath she'd taken as she'd finally left the town circle behind was hardly one of relief, it was...calming. And sure, maybe removing her shoes once she finally reached the outskirts was a little ridiculous, but, this late, no one was out to make a remark, smart or otherwise. Here, clustered stonework gave way more often to packed earth and gravel, easier on her senses to follow and spread, winding through the streets out to the open stretches beyond what she could read, even unbound. Occasionally, she caught the feedback of a horse's hooves, maybe another person darting through the alleys and streets around her - during the day, it could be a headache if she didn't keep a reign on it, but in this quiet, this calm, each little moment of feedback was fascinating as she idly followed what she could, let the rest echo and disappear into the night.
Maybe she was more tired than she thought - too many late nights pulled in a row, too many early mornings wrangling the previous night's haul perhaps, who knew (her guards knew. Hounded her for it mercilessly. But what did they expect) - for how long it took her to realize one of those echoes wasn't fading from her range like the others. Someone else out for a late night walk then - if she kept on her current stroll, she'd probably see them around the next corner. Not too many people often crossed her path at night, out this way. Around the circle, sure. Around the tavern, definitely.
Hardly alarming though, she had to remind herself. It was a beautiful night, the chill bracing after the stuffy heat of the jail, and the sky wonderfully clear, and she was hardly the only person who'd likely noticed. Certainly curious though.