PM to join [The Spot] Ale, Insults and Conversations (Hayl)

[Scarlet Rose]

23rd of Summer, 514 AV Scarlet had been sitting at her table for over a bell now, her golden eyes flicking between the faces and memorizing them over her mug of ale. So many of the faces were the same since she entered but there were a few new ones she had seen enter in the time since she sat down. Her table was secluded, far enough away from the chaos of the patrons that were milling about but not too far away so she didn’t seem like an outcast. Regardless of her seated position her red hair was like a bright beacon in the mix of the establishment, mainly she just wanted to make sure she didn’t miss anyone entering or exiting incase it was a possible match for her younger sister. Wrapping both her hands around her mug of ale she lifted it to her lips and took a good long drink letting the alcohol coat her throat. It wasn’t the best, she didn’t even particularly like ale but she wanted to appear to be included in the drinks and food at surrounding tables without spending what little money she had. Her precious money had to stretch, who knew how long she’d be in Ravok. She didn’t know the likely hood that a patron here would know of any redheaded females in Ravok other then herself; she didn’t even know what kind of attention that would bring her should she ask the wrong person. There was a rowdy group of men playing darts not far from her, their voices drew her attention and she rested her elbows on the table with her hands folded neatly over the top of her mug. Her cheek rested against her hand and she watched them and their game, one of them was actually quite good. He was quieter than the rest but he drank the same ale as them and ribbed the other men with the same vigor, maybe he was just better to look at. Either way Scarlet’s mind wandered and zoned out as she watched the friends clap each other on the back when one of the quiet one got a bull’s eye. Several chimes passed and she didn’t even notice until one of the waitresses came over and interrupted her day dream. “Miss would yah like a refill?” Scarlet started and looked up before shrugging her shoulder “I only finished half.” She removed her hands from the top of the mug to show off her lack of drinking “Well Miss yah can’t sit ‘ere n’ order nothin’ … Yah either need to be finishin’ yer ale or be headin’ out … We’re gettin’ busy yah see, we’ll be needin’ the table …” Scar frowned and a glare lowered her brow in annoyance over her eyes. Looking around she did see that the place had picked up its pace and she had clearly not noticed while she had watched the men playing darts. A growl vibrated in her throat as she forced herself to remember it probably wasn’t the woman’s fault, it was probably just the rules. She couldn’t leave yet, not until she had exhausted herself for today and so she sighed and ran a rough hand over her own face trying to settle the anger that was bubbling under the surface. “I’ll take another ale …” The woman started to walk away then to get her order but Scar’s hand shot out and loosely grasped the woman’s wrist to stop her. The look that was shot at Scar was full of daggers for being touched and the redhead removed her hand just as quickly. “I’m sorry … but I actually have a question …” The woman waited though she clearly wanted to get to her other tables. “Do you know any redheads in the city? Females … and not me…” she added on the last part to avoid an annoying comment that very well might have left the waitress’s lips. The woman seemed to be thinking for a moment before she shook her head and put a hand on her hip “Listen lady I ain’t got no problem getting’ yer ale but I don’t have no information on no one…” Scar growled again and reached into her pocket before pulling out a single copper miza and slamming it on the table. Knowing about where she might find her sister was probably worth more than a copper bribe but the woman was now officially angering the flaming redhead and well she wanted to insult her with the meager bribe. Her goal was accomplished when the waitress looked down at the copper miza, the ale was worth more than a single copper miza and the woman let out a sound that could be nothing short of squeal of disgust before she turned on her heel and stomped away. A smirk crossed Scar’s lips and her eyes were shaded in satisfaction as she pulled the miza back and put it into her pocket again “Well I guess I won’t be getting that second ale…” she chuckled to herself assuming she’d be left alone by the staff for now so she could continue people watching. Ledger-4 CM Mug of Ale

[Hayl]

He pushed the creaky door open into the noisy tavern. The booming sounds, silhouettes of people in the golden lit windows seemed too enticing to be passed up. He even bagged his ruddy beggars cloak and donned a nice clean shirt to try and fit in. Despite using the onset of looking like a street wretch to throw off other people’s attention on him, he was actually a very clean individual. He would pay to bathe at least every other day, and if the price got to stiff he would actually steal a bath. Sometimes going so far as to breaking into uninhabited houses just to use the washroom. He also spent good money to obtain sea salts. The city musk never sat well with him and one day he smelled it on his good clothes. Since then he would visit Tine’s almost monthly to refill his stock of it transported straight from distant ocean shores. Upon crossing the threshold past the entrance he looked around to see who would notice him; a mustachioed man flickered an eye but brought it back to the person he seemed deeply invested in conversation with. "Ah to be loved and welcomed.” He mumbled frustrated with the lack of recognition. He strolled around looking for a bar. This was the price of being a thief. “I should consider myself lucky.” He thought “No friends, means no betrayal.” Still he had his fair share of loneliness. What was the point in acquiring wealth if he had no one to appreciate it with? Hayl pushed his way through a small crowd to the bar and sat at the only empty seat before a large muscular man tapped him on the shoulder. “Oye… I used the loo, now I’m back. Get out of ma seat.” “Good job! You managed to form two complete sentences without using a single word involving more than one syllable.” Hayl smarted off back. “Thank you, now if you please…” The large man took Hayl’s sarcasm as flattery. Hayl opened his mouth as if to try and help the giant empty headed man to realize how dumb he was, but the way the man thanked him with a giant smile complete with one front tooth jutting almost horizontally sealed the picture of perfect ignorant bliss to Hayl. So he stood up, patted the man on the shoulder, and nodded a smile saying, “Good luck with… you”. The next open seat he saw was with a fiery red-head looking infatuated at grown men hurling sharp objects at a wall. She must be sitting alone for some terrible unforeseen reason, so he continued on. He then pushed through the same crowd again, this time receiving a curse or two, and holding back the urge to tell those ingrates about the poor placement of their conversation. He dodged some thrown darts, nothing open, crossed to the other side of the room, nothing open, stepped around to men attempting to strangle each other, nothing open, twirled around a waitress undertaking perhaps too many drinks to carry, nothing open, nodded to some poor young fellow just suffering through some song he was playing on some unidentifiable instrument, nothing open, realizing that all the other tables were packed, save one with a couple inhaling each other’s face, Hayl decided it would be better to take his chances with lady fire head. Hayl walked back into the chaos, trying not to make eye contact with the terrible entertainer, stepping over the waitress who was now picking up glass, shoving the two strangling men who knocked into him… they were purple now, crossed back to the other side of the room, bumping a man who threw a dart out a window, pushing through the crowd for a third time. One of the men in the crowd grabbed Hayl’s arm. Hayl immediately turned and slapped him across the face. This made for the perfect distraction for Hayl to swipe the man’s coin satchel. Hayl pointed a finger into the man’s face and said “Touch me again, and I’ll move you and your friends out of the way for you.” Finally, Hayl sat at the table opposite of the red-head. He sighed and smirked at her, looking around and said “Do you mind?” signaling for a drink while opening the coin satchel and counting the money.

[Dolce]

Dolce had been checking the jobs posted on the board. When she heard a commotion from a waitress and a female patron. They were speaking of red headed women in the area. She inched her way toward the conversation. Only to find herself in the middle of another quarrel, two men this time. Something about a chair. Everybody was so grumpy here. She wanted to leave, but was compelled to stay and talk to the women looking for a redhead. But would she listen to a collared Kelvic slave? "Umm... Miss? Excuse me, but I over heard that your looking for someone. I've lived here all my life. Maybe I could be of help?" Dolce gave her nicest smile to the women. She then noticed that one of the men involved in the chair fight was seated at her table. "It looks like you lost your chair, sir. But giving it up was the smartest move to make." Trying to channel her manners from when she had lived in high society Dolce asked politely, "May an owned Kelvic sit at your table for awhile?"

[Scarlet Rose]

Scarlet was quite proud of her little act of annoying the woman, served her right really for being such a petching pain and not giving her the information she wanted in the first place. It took her a moment to realize that there was a blonde male circling the floating tavern apparently trying to find somewhere to sit. Well he found a place anyways, right at her table without even asking if he could join her. Well that was a lie, he did ask but not until he actually sat down and started counting a satchel of money as if he didn’t know what was in it. She hadn’t seen him lift it so she just assumed it was his naturally but she shrugged a shoulder lightly in his direction, the company would make her seem less out of place in the crowded bar. The woman stayed silent and instead she just lifted her mug up to her lips watching him over the top of it as she sipped the ale, her golden-green eyes reflecting the contents within as she studied him for a chime. The mug of ale was placed back on the table and her lips parted about to introduce herself, if they were sitting at the same table she might as well learn his name in the very least but she was cut off by the voice of a female by her side. “You’d think I had a big sign over my head offering a miza to come sit with me …” her words were spoken under her breath more to herself then to either of them really but she lifted a hand and waved it to the empty side of the table “If you can find a chair then you can sit.” She spoke to the girl with an arched brow when it was made known that the other female was a Kelvic. She wasn’t her sister, the hair didn’t match but she was offering help so Scar wasn’t going to turn it down considering her attempts to find the wolf had so far ended up empty handed. Scar glanced away from the female giving her time to find a seat and instead she focused back on the blonde in front of her “Do you always sit with strangers or is today a special occasion? You should know that there is a tax for sitting at my table and since you’re counting mizas openly the tax is to buy me a drink.” A smirk toyed at her lips with her forward words, she was teasing of course but she was curious to see his reaction to her ‘tax’ she inflicted upon his seat. Calmly she’d take another sip of her ale as she picked apart his appearance with a slow rake of her eyes over his form. The stubble that lined his jaw gave him a scruffed nondescript look and his eyes were blue from what she could tell through lashes as he counted his mizas. He was decent looking if not a little rough around the edges though she found that the blonde hair softened the hardened look he might have had if it had been black hair. “I’m Scar.” She offered her name only when the woman was settled so that she didn’t have to say it twice. Leaning back Scarlet let her chair rock onto the back two legs and she placed one foot firmly on the ground while letting the other knee press into the table to keep herself from slipping. “Now would you two mind telling me who you are and why you are interrupting my quiet evening of people watching?” She swung her gaze to the girl kelvic now and added on for her benefit “Since you say you grew up here do you know of any female red heads?” It was the same question she asked the waitress that she had inevitably angered figuring she might as well get straight to the point. If the girl really could help her then she might as well help her sooner rather than later.

[Hayl]

“Sorry Miss, I only by drinks for ladies who are with me, if you know what I mean.” He said with a wink and then peered around the bar, after pocketing the satchel. 32 copper and 6 silver. Hayl almost felt guilty robbing from the poor, but that man was being a shyke so the guilt was void in Hayl’s skewed since of justice. Hayl figured now that the server he signaled earlier wasn’t coming so it was time to improvise. He saw that bar-maid attempting another load of drinks perhaps too much for her again, as she was barreling past the crowd, holding them on a tray above her head. Hayl stood and swiped three from her as she passed him, without her noticing. A slosh of fizz spattered the ground out of one, emptying a third of the mug. Hayl gave the partly empty drink to Scar, “But, someone else will pay for it!” he said with a smile as he sat taking a sip of his own glass, and handed the other drink to the newest addition to the table. His cheeks rose up behind the glass narrowing his eyes as he smiled to the red-headed on looker as she analyzed him, taking three large gulps and slammed the mug down when she introduced herself. “Gah…” he exhaled a quenched burst of air and then one or two heavy breaths before speaking. “Scar?” he looked her up and down noticing the tail end of the scar on her right collar bone. “Is that what your friends call you? Or your enemies?” he said still gazing at it. He placed his hands in his lap feeling the hilt of his dagger on the top of his thigh to reaffirm himself of its exact position while it remains concealed in his sleeve. He continued to roll his eyes over her, noting her physique and rationalizing if this girl could really be a threat or not. Sitting down just seconds ago he ruled her out as dangerous almost altogether, now he was smirking as he clearly underestimated her. “Kelvic?” he ripped his eyes from Scar to the newcomer trying to see any evidence if what she said was true. Hayl had no clue, however, his experience with Kelvics was null and frankly found them to be strange. Strange to Hayl always meant potentially dangerous. He was beginning to wonder if he should have taken his chances with the couple sucking face earlier, or just stand around until a seat opened up. “Are you going to turn into a badger or something?” he said half sarcastically, half hoping it wasn’t a bear or worse. He looked at the features of the dark-haired girl. Short spoken and her mannerisms seemed far less meticulous than Scar, more direct. Hayl at the least knew that collared meant owned, like a slave in his mind and with that she would gain a small amount of sympathy from him due to his background. “I get to enjoy the company of two pretty women if they don’t kill me or eat me…” he thought. “Just another exciting night in Ravok.” He couldn’t hold back a grin. Even still he knew now that the three had met for the first time, and at least that was a fair advantage. The best that he could do would be to remain relaxed and in control. These ladies had to be here for a good time, like he was, so there was no reason to assume any negativity could come from this. Because maybe the badger-lady could smell that… “My name is Hayl. I work in trade.” He said with confidence. A story he easily tells others who inquire. “I trade…” he almost said furs but shot a glance over to the dark haired Kelvic, “tailored goods.” Yeah, that was good. He wore a nice new shirt to bolster his story as well. “Just don’t ask me about dresses or what not.” A fleeting thought declared. He couldn’t hold a conversation with a women about her clothes if his life depended on it, so he made a mental note to steer clear of that point of topic. “I, uhh… just dropped a shipment of linen off in the city earlier and wanted to see the real side of life around here. I was recommended to this place. What brings you two here?” Getting the conversation off of him-self now would be a good idea, before he puts his foot in his mouth.

[Dolce]

Dolce obediently sat, hands folded in her lap. As the woman addressed the man who had lost his seat earlier. Dolce opened her mouth to speak, but let the man speak first while she pushed the mug of ale away from her with a look of disgust. "Yes, I'm Kelvic and my name is Dolce. As for a badger, no. A very large predatory bird, yes. I was in here checking the work board to see if the wolf job was still there. I was about to leave when I heard Miss Scar here and thought i may be of some help." She took a good look at the woman named scar. "I know of a number of redheads around here. However only one comes to mind with hair the same as your's and oddly... Now seeing you up close, I can't help but say you look like her.... But, that can't be I mean... She's a Kelvic like me.." She turned to the man, "and no she's not a badger either. Redd's a wolf. Pretty feral acting. See she ran with some of the wolves around here then something happen. She never said what. But my master found her half dead and fixed her up. But some slavers got after her so she took refuge under Mr.Elias, anywho she got collared all the same." Dolce pulled own her own leather collar as if to get the point across. "But your looking for a human girl right?" She asked Scar. But the resemblance was uncanny. "Miss Scar, this is a strange request but.. Could you snarl for me I mean just make the face, you don't have to make any noise. I just want to see something."

[Scarlet Rose]

Scar grinned slowly when the man spoke of only buying drinks for women he bed, it was a bold statement and she found it amusing though she gave no further response other than her smirk on the subject. Her frown however disappeared when he grabbed the drinks from a distracted waitress. Scar pressed her boot into the ground and tilted her seat back on the rear legs and crossed her arms under her chest. “I don’t need your pawned drinks. I will pay for my own.” She didn’t like handouts and she wasn’t a thief, if it wasn’t being paid for by anyone at the table she didn’t want it. She may walk a grey line but thievery was not something she was into. When she spoke her name she heard his shock and then watched his gaze travel the only scar she had not covered by clothing. Her golden gaze held him like a hawk and she arched a brow and just grinned “It’s what everyone calls me.” It was also short for her full name but it helped she had the scars to match the title. She slid her gaze from the male and focused on the kelvic female listening to her words. It shocked her when she mentioned Redd before any other female in the city though Scar attempted to keep her face clear of this shock. She had met Redd already and she didn’t really think they looked alike, Scar’s hair was a flame of fire and Redd was brindled with multiple hues. Also, apparently Redd was a kelvic. It’s not like Scar had a nose for these things since she was just human but when Dolce mentioned that Redd was a wolf Scar leaned forward letting the lifted chair legs to drop with a thud as she studied the bird kevlic. Redd was enslaved by a man named Elias. Each bit of information Dolce gave she filed away before she waved a hand with a frown at the request. “I am not going to snarl for you like an animal.” Her eyes narrowed briefly but she nodded with a lie “Aye, human girl no kelvics … do you know any other red haired women?” She perked a brow before finally glancing back to Hayl before offering him a shake of her head and a chuckle “You work in linen’s?” She couldn’t help teasing him with her tone because it sounded like a job fit for a female rather than a male but maybe she was just sexist. “I came here for the same reason, it was recommended to me by a new friend when I asked for a place to meet others.” Stretching her arms above her head she leaned back in the chair using the back of it to press into her spine and crack it before she relaxed and grabbed the Ale she had bought earlier so she could finish it off. Glancing between the pair sitting with her she studied them for a moment and then glancing towards the darts and nodding her head “Seems to have freed up, either of you care for a game?” She was bad at small talk, darts would give her something to do with her hands which would make conversations easier, maybe.

[Hayl]

Hayl widened his eyes when she explained she was “a very large predatory bird” again in her intelligent and placating tone. He almost made a joke to her about not bragging, but shortly before the thought was processed he realized that she probably was incapable of any ostentatious emotion of the sort. Then he imagined a very large chicken. The size of the girl. He was not adept with birds to say the obvious, even still when he was a small child he remembers being attacked by a chicken who pecked at his back-side as he ran screaming from it. “Predatory” just sounded so menacing as well. He mulled the image of a red-eyed chicken looking up from its kill, blood soaked beak, clucking furiously… in his mind it was troubling at least. ‘Just keep smiling…’ he thought to himself, and did as he instructed himself to do. Perhaps going a little overboard, but tried his hardest to keep the atmosphere as calm as possible. “Wolf?” Hayl was always enamored with the creatures. He let the verifying question slip from his mouth. His tattoo, given from an acquaintance long ago, was markings in the shape of a wolf. He supposed if he was Kelvic, he himself would be one. A curious thought he never considered before. The girl then asked for Scar to make a snarled face. He blinked slowly at her request trying to fathom the purpose. Then the sprout of logic beckoned the question if she herself was a Kelvic. Surely if that was true, the two would know that of each other by now. Maybe greet each other in some animalistic manner. Sniffing each other in places and such. When she pushed her drink away, it almost bothered Hayl that his moral method for providing for her was not good enough. But repressed the annoyance and tried to understand her innocence. “Relax, the bar-man over there is a good friend of one of my friends.” He pointed quickly behind him to an abandoned bar. “He told me that I could have however many drinks I wanted tonight, and don’t worry about the pay.” He smiled brightly again and downed the rest of his drink. He wasn’t sure why he lied about the drinks, but if he were caught, the three running together would make harder targets to catch. Hayl brought the conversation back to her scar. “So do you purposely try to hide that scar? Or do you show just enough to have a good conversation piece for people you meet?” He thought he would test his new would be acquaintances with a little alienation to see how they really are. Most women don’t appreciate blemishes being so noticed, especially in conversation. But, Hayl had a feeling that the fiery red-head wasn’t like most women. Hayl already tried to catch the Kelvic off guard, but she seems less than phased by any of his quips. The way she asked him about working with linens had just the right amount of a condescending tone that Hayl knew she was poking fun at him. “Oh yes, it’s a very lucrative business…” He said flamboyantly with a twirl of his wrist. He smiled as he joked against himself, acknowledging that it wasn’t the most masculine business out there. But if she believed him, he didn’t care. He turned his mug upside down, the universal sign to servers across the world that he was empty and still thirsty. He listened to her explain her purpose for being at this place, how it was similar to his own… well, the reason that he told at least. Then an interesting idea popped in his head. What if she was lying, too. The Spot isn’t exactly a romantic socialization place for citizens of the law-abiding city of Ravok to peacefully partake in the calm and safe company of each other. He looked over his shoulder and noticed a man passed out on the floor with a black-eye, perhaps from that scuffle a minute earlier. People just stepping over him like he was a sack of potatoes dropped to inconvenience those who passed by. Then he looked back at the two innocent looking women in front of him and tried hard to not let the red-flags overwhelm him. He padded his money pouch on the inside of his left leg, discreetly when the red-head talked about that weird game involving throwing those oversized needles sharp enough to probably kill a man. “Sure, I’m the reigning champion at this… game.” He stood and walked over to the dart-board. He wrapped his fingers around a dart and yanked. It didn’t budge with the amount of forced he used. He then wrapped his other hand around his first hand grasping the dart and pulled it harder. He strained until the dart popped out and he nearly jammed it into his own forehead from pulling so hard. He turned and smiled at whoever noticed his awe-inspiring display of dexterity, and then retrieved the remaining darts with a little more success. After walking up to the two females he splayed the darts in one hand and held them out, so they could be plucked easily from his grip. “Ladies first.” He said with that same cheesy smile.

[Dolce]

"Sorry Scar, milady. It was a rude thing to request of a lovely woman as yourself. My apologies." Dolce gave a small bow with her head. Great she was already saying the wrong things. "Um is there a certain age on the female you're looking for? Or perhaps how long she may have been here in Ravok? Just to narrow the results?" Dolce turned to the male at the table. "Yes, Redd is a wolf. A very feral acting one. Once threatened to kill and eat me, in human form. Luckily my master returned before... anyone was bloodied." She cocked her head at the man, "Do you not like birds? Your body language changed once I said that. I'm of no threat to you. I mainly eat snakes by stomping in their skulls. The worst I could do is shatter your hand, sir. Not that I would though." She smiled. As the trio approached the dartboard Dolce found herself nervous she knew nothing of this game. She fretted with her skirt and bit her lip. She was out of her element here in this place..."C-can I watch a round of two? I've never played this game before so..."

[Scarlet Rose]

The wicked smirk on her lips reflected in those golden orbs as she laughed quietly at his inability to pull darts from the board. When Hayl held them out she stepped forward and scooped them up, her gaze shifting to Dolce with her head tilted. “I don’t really know her age, I know that doesn’t help at all.” With a shrug towards Dolce’s choice to sit out for a round Scar turned towards the board and lifted her hand with one dart staring down the length of it trying to line up the point with the bulls eye. “So Hayl … How good are you at darts?” Her brow quirked and she gave him a sideways glance with a grin before pumping her arm slowly in and out as if that would help her aim better.

Finally the red head let the dart fly, its form spun in the air and headed straight forward – unfortunately where she thought she aimed was not where the dart went. The small missile spun in the air and went right past the board and it struck into the shoulder of a tall burly man who roared in anger. Scar’s eyes widened, a brief break in her normal sarcastic demeanor. The man spun around just as she was wiping the look of shock from her expression and giving him a lazy shrug “Oye do you mind giving that back? I’m trying to play darts here.” Her tone was dripping with casual indifference as if it had fallen at his feet rather than wedged into his back. “You two might want to go.” She calmly spoke only loud enough for her companions to hear in that moment, it was the only warning they would get because Scar knew this would turn into an ugly scene if her previous experience at picking fights was any reflection on the present.

He roared again and yanked the dart from his back as he pushed towards her with anger making his face shake and redden to something similar to her own hair color. “You little petcher …” He swore at her, spitting and blubbering as he did. Maybe he was drunk, he was also twice her size and she wasn’t about to trust the two beside her to have her back. “Yeah I’m a little petcher!” She rolled her eyes at him and popped a hip out to the side while holding the other darts loosely at her side attempting to make them go unnoticed. “Did you ever think that if your back wasn’t bigger than the bullseye I might have actually hit the right target? Also your face is getting pretty red, have you seen your local physician about that? Seems like you probably should …”

The large man threw the dart to the side as he pursued her, he blurted something that was unintelligible to her in his anger and the distance was closed not a tick later. Clearly her words only angered him more which was perfect to the firey girl. Bar brawls weren’t her thing but there was a first time for everything. His fist cocked back then and swung forward, her only saving grace was that his motions were sluggish with ale and she shifted just in time for him to miss her face but he caught her in the side and sent her flying into the table she had been occupying with Dolce and Hayl only chimes before. The pain spread through her and her adrenaline kicked in with her gasping breaths, he was stronger than he looked.

It seemed to take the brute a moment to focus his gaze on to the exact spot she had fallen and by the time he did she was scrambling back to her feet and backing away over fallen chairs and spilt ale tumbling slightly as she did. “You know, maybe there is a local group you can go talk to? I don’t know. You seem to have some anger issues and I’m worried about you, I’d give you my therapist’s card but I left it in my other pants.” The quips were thrown at him like verbal knives, angering him did exactly what she expected it to do and spurred him after her, but too much anger also made someone sloppy and that’s what she was aiming for. If she couldn’t beat him punch by punch she’d take a lucky swing and then run like hell for the exit with the hopes Hayl and Dolce had taken her advice.

He was on her again and this time she ducked his punch and the darts she still had in her hand were gripped tighter just before before she swung the make-shift weapon and attempted to plunge it into his thigh. She struck a little higher then she had meant to but she was happy with the results.The points sunk into his flesh and it slowed him enough as he cried out that she turned on her heel and ran for the door. She was more then sure he was following her once he discarded the three darts she had attacked him with, and less then sure that Hayl and Dolce were someplace she could easily find then.