The chatter outside was keeping Anya from being able to finish her prayers. She had come to realize she had done something awful after a while as her blade had blood on it. Humans couldn't enter the temple, so she could simply wait until the crowd dispersed. Though, The Guardian would probably be unhappy if she didn't take responsibility for her crime. With a sigh, she stood and walked to the door. From the sound of it, they wanted her head on a damn spike. Humans. Always resorting to violence. Anya placed her hand on the wood, closed her eyes, and pressed her head against it. The old wood was warm from the day and it felt wonderful against her skin. There was no more delaying the inevitable. With no small amount of hesitation, she pushed open the door.

As she walked out of the temple, the people started to roar once again. Ignoring them, Anya looked at the few men keeping the mid from her and located who appeared to be in charge. He was a little ground, in her opinion, to be on the front lines of a war. Then again, most humans looked young to her.
"S'cuse me, ser." She said and held up her arms, "You may arresd me."