Amara stared at the Death Knight, eyes coolly looking him and down as she took a moment to memorize his features and name. That done, she turned on her heel, heading out of the room through a large set of ornate double doors without another word. She had no intention of acknowledging the warrior more than she had to. Idly, she wondered if perhaps she would be lucky and the knight would not follow her through the dark, twisting hallways. However, Amara did not believe in luck.

Amara had been planning on spending the day in a state of complete solitude, finding somewhere quiet to be by herself. Now, however, she changed her mind as swiftly as she walked. While she hated the thought that the arrival of her new bodyguard was changing her plans, it could not be avoided. Being truly alone at the moment was no longer an option. Being alone with the Death Knight would only make his presence more obvious, and would therefore serve only to increase the feelings of annoyance that currently filled Amara. Instead, she decided to head into the city for the day. The crowded marketplace would be loud and full of life, not what Amara would usually be drawn to, but perhaps the setting might provide some distraction.

Her father did not like her to venture into the cities, but she did not expect to run into him again as she had just moments earlier. She pulled her hood up as she walked, covering her face in shadows as she tried to reach the closest and most discreet exit.