What a strange sight. So many humans with expensive armor, elves that looked much too important to belong to the Alienage, a very short girl, and... golden creatures? Dana kept hidden behind a pile of filth that had been thrown into the street instead of taken out to be burned by the river. She was slight and short, the child’s body easily hidden by the thinnest items. Her wide eyes flickered over the group, watching them with bated breath as they began into the Alienage. She stayed still as the younger alienage boys began to try to pickpocket the group. It quickly failed by a simple shout. Dana made note that the elven woman seemed experienced with the alienage despite the importance she displayed. She watched as the unknown woman began to speak to some of the men, then brought her gaze to survey the others of the group. For a moment, she noticed another elf, one that looked vaguely familiar. His handsome features and the way he looked around the alienage as if looking for someone made her pale. She quickly moved back behind a building that the garbage was leaning upon. Dana couldn’t let him see her.
As the group made their way, Dana waited for a moment before quickly darting to a nearby building. She opened the door, glancing over a few women sitting. They were trying to mend their familys’ clothes with broken thread and rusty needles. Dana’s lips twitched in an attempt to smile but no smile appeared. The women ignored the child as she made her way through the house until getting to the back door. Dana moved swiftly, the thin material of her dress fraying at her hem as it caught on nails and various other objects.
The elven child sped through the back garden (or attempt at a garden) to enter into another house. Once she was inside this one, she fell as silent as she could. The girl slowly moved through it, listening to loud voices in one of the other rooms yell at each other. She moved over to a small closet with a broken hinge. Going into it, she ran her hand over the wood before a soft creak sounded. The back of the closet opened outwards and Dana climbed through. She shut the door behind her. Brushing off dust from the faded pink of her dress, she swiftly headed up the stairs. Her light weight barely caused any creaking from the old structure, but surely anyone bigger than the small elven child would make considerable noise coming up them. She skipped over the third to last step with a leap. Once at the landing, she hurried to a door at the end of the hall. She was still trying to keep in her mind the image of the group so she could describe them properly... but having this in her thoughts meant that she had forgotten to knock. Instead, the girl opened the door that was a quarter open already.
“Sers, I ‘ave ‘omething...” The excitement in having news quickly faded as she saw the two slavers up close to each other by the window. Dana’s cheeks flushed as they stepped away from each other and she quickly turned, “Sorry, sers, I’ll ‘ome ‘ack.”