Praetor had just finished writing recent events in his journal, he looked up and saw something that made his blood boil in rage, one of the Blackmoore's, a women, was leading a human out the door, he knew what that meant. He growled as he followed slowly, years of practice made him quickly dissipate in to shadow as he tailed the women in leather, he knew her reputation Béatrix de la Croix, executioner and close friend to Alistair, however even if his family's name was on the line if she killed that meat-headed human he would have to act, his morals demanded it. Gripping his sword and summoning his power he waited, whatever this women did he would be ready for it.