Aspel/Guy/Rictor/Seloria/Open!
A lady of Seloria's social standing should have been dressed down and tucked away when the excitement had started. If anything, she should have heard about it in the morning, possibly been disturbed in the middle of the night by men clamouring to help take care of the nasty business. As fate would have it, she was not.
Seloria had been making connections with other guild members and getting some work done. She would have preferred to work through a lliason, but when in a new city, she learned it was much better to do things face to face.
Honor among thieves was such a sketchy thing.
The news of the docks being attacked didn't take long to get to her. Some people stayed, others ran out saying something about the disruption of their shipments. A crook like any merchant, couldn't make money without their wares. She felt this was a good time to put a few people in debt to her.
While she followed them down unafraid of what might happen, she had to work her way through several people attempting to stop her. Luckily, she had dressed herself down somewhat so that people weren't attempting to pickpocket her in all the commotion. She hadn't worn anything of worth on her visitation anyway. Unfortunately, that would have to wait for another time as she spotted a familiar form on her way down.
From above he looked like an apparition, but she'd know her brother anywhere. A tug given to her cloak and it turned into a long thin sheet. The cloth pooled mostly at her feet before she worked it up over her shoulders. It looked deceptively compact within moments, and damp. She'd used it in harsher conditions, but she did not feel it would be of much worth tonight.
As she approached, her steps became slow and deliberate. There was no music, but there was the sound of battle around her. There was the clanging of swords, the rip of fabric, the grunts and growls of exertion. Yes, she could work with that. The closer she got to the group she'd already found what she was looking for. The steps came and she drew their attention, the monsters.
Some of their eyes fell upon her and their actions slowed. She might not have been a warrior or a mage, but her influence would be felt and seen. Every step and sway weaved a net about them, making it harder for them to turn away. She had ensnared them, mesmerized them with her movement. Hopefully, it was enough to give the knights an opening. If not, they would most likely descend upon her now that she'd gotten their attention. That was not a worry. She had faith that Rictor would not let her get hurt.