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As Yorek packed his livelihood, Zalena kept a wary eye on the nearby Yid soldiers and ate the delicacy held between her fingertips. Her jaw tensed as one of the Yid brutes brought his fist down onto the face of a lanky teenage boy when the child professed to knowing nothing about a stone that had been thrown at the guards. The child's wail cut straight into her.
"Easy," warned Susuri's voice by her earlobe. Zalena gave a small growl of frustration in response. 
"These two youths standing by you are...interesting," Susuri continued, possibly as a means of distracting Zalena from her aggravation. Without turning her head, Zalena flitted her gaze from the form of one of the young men to the other. 

Susuri hardly paid attention to other humans besides Zalena. As far as Susuri was concerned, humans were short-lived nuisances who pissed in her beloved rivers and stuffed their faces with the carcasses of her fish friends. So when the undine did call attention to anybody, Zalena knew to take notice.
[i]They both have nice swords, but that's hardly of note here. That one's a big fellow. The other one looks like he doesn't smile much. Then again, not many here do. Am I guessing anywhere close to what you're talking about Susu?[/i] she spoke to Susuri within her mind so as to not attract attention. While she and Susuri were connected on a mental, emotional and physical level, Zalena normally preferred speaking to her out loud. It made the flighty undine seem more like a friend than like a presence that resided in her head because of a pact forged many years ago. Before Susuri could respond one of the men, the one with a head of unruly fiery hair, spoke up. 

“Do riots like this happen often do you think? Or was this just a one-time drunken fool parade that spilled into the square?” 

Zalena glanced at him questioningly, pushing her hood slightly further back from her forehead to get a better look at the man. 
"You must be new to these parts," she stated plainly, "You'd do best to learn how to avoid them, they enjoy throwing their weight around, the bastards. Sometimes the men here put up a bit of a fight but that always ends up either very bloody or with half the town thrown into the cells by morning." she continued, her lips thinning in a faint scowl.