Vyzel had tracked the Sylvari as she left the building, his head slowly turning away from his table and his eyes going for the outermost corner they could reach. She probably had not been able to see it with her back facing towards him, but the Slayer's facial expressing had become more and more grim with each of her extremely fleet-footed steps. It appeared to the assassin that his companion had not yet [i]exactly[/i] got the point when it came to staying below the attention level. The weather was a wet and horrible, the tavern's main hall dilapidated but still comfortable, she had just received her ordered meal and then... she went outside to eat it there ?

The man started calculating: From the point of view of group dynamics it would have been advisable to accompany her immediately, however from the aspect of not triggering even more eyes to greedily follow their tracks such a decision would have been catastrophic. Vyzel decided to stay and to continue eating as long as there was some of his own soup left. Normally the eight-foot man would have ordered another plate and possibly even another one after that, but in attempt to salvage whatever benign parts of the first impression he'd made on Eliza were left he overruled the needs of his body and heaved himself off the chair.

Vyzel didn't look around much. He approached the barman behind the counter and flicked some coins in his direction, then turned around and bowed beneath the doorframe in order to get through. The heavens still tried to drown the world, but at least he had his hood. It would have been possible to try and track her down by using the parameters he had been able to gather in the short time available. People wore different shoes (if any), made differently sized steps, had differetnly large feet and were of different weight. Depending on the properties of the ground below all of this could be used to distinguish between different footprints, but the mere fact that she had just told him where to find her spoiled the idea completely.

As Vyzel walked the few meters around the building towards the stables his mind became more and more engaged in thoughts about how superior she could be compared to him in many, if not most aspects. It would make the journey even more difficult, especially since coming into conflict was not much of an option given the nature of their objective. The huge man ducked below the crossbeam that supported the shabby roof and didn't notice the spiders Eliza had put there. After all -- for the ordinary eye -- the little animals remained quite passively while they were giving her an advance warning. On the plus side it had not been his intention to surprise her anyway.

[color=ffff00]"So here you are. Are you ready ? I'll prepare the horses."[/color] Vyzel had brought two horses with him, both being very large beasts marked by strength. Given her stature he estimated that she could ride all day on one of them, but he would have to try and manage a sparse resource called stamina. The slayer didn't just stand around while waiting for an answer. He got to work immediately and started to guide the two steeds out into the rain. Saddles were available and the driver of his wagon was quick to respond to him clapping his hands and waving. Better to start with many supplies than with few. They'd be on their own soon enough he thought.