Unperturbed and incredibly perturbed, Maria Trinan shoved open the wooden doors of the Crossroads immediately after her target. She wanted her answers and after the business with the Order was quickly growing fed up with the locals. As she barged out into the street, she was just in time to witness the murder, and subsequent disposal of the bodies of two members of the regular guard, bearing their rust colored brigandine and all. Whoever she was looking at had caused more deaths in the city than the previous two days of uninterrupted incident in approximately ten minutes. She rubbed her wine soaked face in frustration and walked up to the dark alley that the stranger had since departed from. Blood spilled, going to be put on her hands. It was over, the time for restraint was done. As an Arcarti Scout she couldn't stand bystander to bloodshed, and as someone desperately trying to stay low key she couldn't let some anonymous thug get away with playing hood games in the middle of her operation. Whoever it was had just butchered two trained guardsmen, but that acknowledged, she'd just got done staring down half of the Order of the Thistle. Trinan sprinted off into the night, following the slight glimpses of the killer she could catch, and the sound of footsteps on the cobblestone in the dead of night. Investigator was becoming a cumbersome title, she was supposed to be finding out why Maria Trinan had been reported dead, not stopping backstreet crime.