Word gets around in strange ways among the homeless -- typically orally and quickly, like most things in dank alleys and dumpsters. It bounces around like pinball before it finds its way home. Homeless changelings just add another level of bouncing, speed, and bribery. As it stands, Allen heard from the acquaintance of a friend of his neighbor's changeling cousin that there is a mage looking for faerie knowledge.

Knowledge for knowledge, right? Looking for connections and recruits for the United Order, when Allen spots the man walking downtown, he throws up a quick don't-look-here-charm and falls in step behind him. If anyone looks at him from the corner of their eye, they'll see him, but if they look right at him, it's like he's just not there . . . And in fact, more often than not, their eyes will slide right off him; they just don't want to look.

It's a-stalking time. He'll approach the man later, but Allen would much rather know the answers before he asks any questions.

And hey, if he can get some dirt he can use against the guy, that's all the better. (He's terrible.)