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[@Silver Carrot][@Scyntell][/center][hr]Ah, the girl was an observant one. Gellert made efforts to conceal his shapeshifting powers purely to surprise his enemies. In his mind, there was little harm in her knowing of his powers. Except if she blabbed to every bandit this side of Terra, but that seemed unlikely. Regardless, now his memory was refreshed. Back in the woods when Gellert was ripping the Strong-Arm's guts open, he had just barely caught the presence of a scared individual. As it turns out, that had been this Fae in front of him.

[b][color=888866]"So that was you back there,"[/color][/b] the Grey Wolf said simply. [b][color=888866]"In any case, you've made the right choice in making yourself unseen, young madam. I could've easily mistaken you for one of his accomplices and you would not be standing here now."[/color][/b] He rose from the crates and began walking away, but turned back towards that Fae girl. 

[color=888866][b]"It is magic, by the way. I am a shapeshifter. Were it not for the anti-magic runes surrounding this city, I could demonstrate."[/b][/color] Gellert left the girl there to ponder over what he had said. If she had not been a Fae, he surely would not have been so open with his secrets. He fully expected her to trail behind him, to steal away another conversation or otherwise. The Grey Wolf shall not grant her the satisfaction, even if she was a Fae.

The lowlifes that infested the 'Lawless' parts of town had nary a watering hole to frequent but the Rogues Gallery. According to Gellert's keen instincts, there was a high chance his prey would be lurking there. If not, then he could always find someone who knew, and beat that information out of them. Passing through the dirty, unsanitary alleys, the Grey Wolf was met with various expressions of disdain, distrust and especially fear. Despite him not being a guard, Gellert's presence carried a sense of law, at the very least an aversion to crime. He killed criminals for a living, after all. And mercilessly, too. And such a presence probably might not be wanted in the so-called Lawless Zone.

The Grey Wolf walked into this miserable ruin of a tavern, greeted with a stunned silence. The whole of the Rogues Gallery seemed paralyzed as he made an entrance. And guess who was among them. Maintaining a grimly neutral expression, Gellert slowly walked to his target, like how a real wolf would circle its prey. But, you know, in a straight line.

[b][color=888866]"Lark Sylvsson. Thief, burglar and extortionist,"[/color][/b] the Grey Wolf sternly uttered out for him and everyone else to hear. His voice was that of a man ready to kill. He always sounded like that, granted. [color=888866][b]"You are to come with me and be served justice. Do so calmly and peacefully, please, I've already had to mutilate one criminal this morning."[/b][/color] Though he appeared still, Gellert was fully ready for a chase...or a slaughter.