Sylvia saw the scene unfold in front of her -- the man crashing through the wall while wrestling some beast, talking to the beast, and then… petting the beast? 

[i]Must be one rowdy pet[/i]. 

At that moment she had drawn her dagger so quickly she accidentally cut her palm, a trickle of blood from her stinging scratch streaming down the blade. She hid it back up her sleeve, feeling the cold metal return to its place.

She stood back away from everyone as they began to talk to the man, who happened to be a diamond-rank guild member. 

[i]Strange… a man of such experience was going to help us? This place certainly values its newcomers.[/i] 

She remembered her time at Karadun; Assassins were highly sought after by both clients and counter-assassins alike. There was no academy of assassins people attended: People either died, or survived. 

It made her relax a bit more. The good news was that at least these people weren’t trying to get them killed. The bad news was that the things they were going to kill were certainly more resilient than humans.

She looked back around the place to get a sense of what everyone was doing. The first thing she noticed, strangely, was a hooded and robed girl who also stood at the perimeter of the group. She noted her temperament; her movements, no matter how slight they were, could reveal much about her personality. 

A slight darting of the eyes, as if analyzing potential targets and escape routes, her hands kept out of plain sight, as if she were readying a weapon for a potential attack. Her utterly calm demeanor. 

Ah, a fellow assassin. While Sylvia specialized in staying out of plain sight and striking when most vulnerable, this woman seemed to be the more… combative type. 

[i]Good, I won’t have to be the only one sneaking behind the enemy.[/i]