"They should," she agrees, softly. "But they will likely need help to see it. One moment-"
Yrael looks up, straightening, as the young woman in grey exits the tour office, smelling of blood. Indeed, when Yrael's hand catches her wrist and holds it tight, there is a knife there that had been previously hidden, blood still on the blackened blade. She struggles, but catches Yrael's eye and stills.
"I just wanted to tell you your work is appreciated, and ask that you give your guild mistress my regards." Yrael knows that Belladonna will be able to tell who her agent had met, simply by description. Message delivered, she lets the grey-clad woman go.
After a moment of wary staring, the grey-clad woman steps back into the street and melts into the milling crowd.
Yrael grins at her companions. "Sometimes, though, there is help."
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Yrael looks up, straightening, as the young woman in grey exits the tour office, smelling of blood. Indeed, when Yrael's hand catches her wrist and holds it tight, there is a knife there that had been previously hidden, blood still on the blackened blade. She struggles, but catches Yrael's eye and stills.
"I just wanted to tell you your work is appreciated, and ask that you give your guild mistress my regards." Yrael knows that Belladonna will be able to tell who her agent had met, simply by description. Message delivered, she lets the grey-clad woman go.
After a moment of wary staring, the grey-clad woman steps back into the street and melts into the milling crowd.
Yrael grins at her companions. "Sometimes, though, there is help."