It was no subtle gesture the sylvan-touched woman's advance ahead of the other company and while it wasn't directed at Arthera or either of the men present, the display was impossible to ignore. Rather, it was silently spoken to Ceria with tremendous clarity in spite of its lack of voice. The elf, in response, could not keep her sourness and had her cheek well with blush in reply, born of seeming frustration and embarrassment, which in turn only earned her more attention from the few onlookers and repeated the cycle until she saw to destroying the arrow she had so captured earlier.

As if that were not enough, Yvah - the cat-woman - had made a tremendous display of procuring several other arrows. The feats themselves were not modest works in the slightest and did require legitimate skill, the entirety of everything about going subtly into the uninitiated masses had been struck clean from the records. There was some safety in obscurity, issues their unusual gathering had to begin with between its characters, but there was no ignoring [i]any[/i] of this. Arthera was no fool however, not scoffing at the twist of fates but rather more curious if this was, in some aspect, intentional; that this was [i]how[/i] some of these people managed to where they were and life, navigating dangers both of the realm and its people's agendas.

Granted the primalist had kept a steady, unhastened pace in response to the woman that had beckoned her company from her side, but now she paused.

It would seem as though this theory were true, for the odd figure of Ulor Travos acted with a precision that suggested his cunning. In short, he called forth a message both slightly sickening in its disturbing manifestation and not inaccurate, or at least not enough so to suggest he was feigning. The magical ordeal was well preformed, practiced like the others but with keen respects to its own. The real question that begged was how would this expression of purpose mature here on out? The men, selected guardsmen to perform this duty, could have any number of reactions - none of which the outsider knew well which they would go with.

She knew what she would choose, but she was not them and had not been for some time.