Upon her travels across the high passages of the city, Alena had noticed a rather peculiar sight from the corner of her eye while she was mid-sprint. He was an odd sort of chap, a sneak thief perhaps Alena could deduce by the lad's rather shabby and untrustworthy appearance.  But did her eyes deceive her or was she standing face to face again with that woman who merely chided her a few moments ago, the infamous Sardothien if name suited her right.

Yet, Alena didn't make herself known yet, fearing the blonde woman was still at odds with her, remembering such an icy glare that could chill bones enough to break.  So for the remainder, the other assassin kept herself hidden, listening in on the conversation below.  Ah, so it seemed Celaena had family, a brother she had been estranged from possibly for some time.  Yet....something else she said....it bothered the dark haired woman.  Killed...street urchins....children?!  And just from the lamenting of her poor soul, Alena could only assume the blonde had close ties to these [i]urchins.[/i]  What vileness!  What...despicable actions!