Disciple looked up just in time to see Ivory's papers scattering. Without even pausing to think about it, she got to the ground and began to pick them up before they could be blown by the wind.

Most of the residents of Death City had long since gotten use to trolls, but still every once in a while she got stares so Disciple did not mind. Especially not since she had gawked at humans when she had first come here.

The olive troll held out the posters she had gathered, giving them a curious look before raising her gaze to the young woman before her. She gave her a kindly smile.

"Here."