Bragi listened, quietly keen for any semblance of confidence or intel. And sure enough, the young lady did have an idea — the High Street. Bragi let out a light breath of something resembling relief; for he’d been to the High Street before. He certainly didn’t know it well, but he knew it enough to recall several alleyways tucked between the tall buildings.

”Ah yes. Thank you for your advice. Thank you very much.” And with that, he turned to make his way towards the High Street. He did not presume to wait expectantly for her, for she was a stranger and had already been helpful — assuming she might never rest until his cat was found would be dreadfully cheeky. And so he politely assumed it was time to part ways, though he privately wished for a guide.