Dallas frowned. He watched the woman start running off. A guild? What was she talking about? He shook his head and pulled his hand away from his knife. She didn't seem like much of a threat. He glanced at a nearby street. There was a thick crowd, easy to disappear into. Perhaps the best course of action would be to get out of there, rather than follow the "poor defenseless girl."

"Why should I?" Dallas shouted to the woman. He cursed himself and the woman. She was just a bother, but the mention of a guild certainly aroused his interest.