Mostly the others were tarrying off on their separate ways, some returning to that humble and dingy abode below the streets of Ivek, festering in the sewer and swamp rot under the feet of the unsuspecting nobles, guards and peasantry alike, while other of her fellow guild-mates were more keen on scoring a bit more coin and treasures, off on their own separate little bedlams and heists.  But Nirayane, she was tired, must've been judging how quick she outran most of the guild before dropping into the stone moat surrounding Ivek and pulling back the flimsy wooden cover over the tunnel entrance.  Ah that scent, the scent of home...pungent and with a tiny nip at the nose.  Though, such unpleasantry the huntress was akin too, helped when you were the wife of a rowdy orc warlord and queen to a band of ruthless cutthroat brigands....and Nira...how she missed that very scent....the musk of her beloved.

The passage was dark, damp with each footstep echoing down the long, moss covered stone corridor tunneling deeper and deeper, only alit by the few dim torch sconces that continued to burn, even in this most dank and humid of environments.  Dmitri flew on ahead of her, busy catching up rats for his evening meal, but it was as the red tailed hawk soared into the grand cistern where the guild made their home....he unleashed a screech only recognizable to the girl, that warning of an intruder.  Nirayane continued ahead down the path and stormed into the cistern with a fierce glare in her eyes, brandishing her hunting knife and sniffing of the air.  Mostly, all she could smell was the sewer, but there was that faint hint...the scent of a female as Nirayane could only presume, but an intruder no less.

Sneaking into the shadows with her blade at the ready, she prepared herself to pounce...as the wolf upon a frightened, trembling elk.  [i]You're mine...[/i]

And then without warning, she struck, grappling the girl(Chloe) by her arm and drawing her knife to the intruder's neck....but wait....this was no intruder...  She was one of them.  Nirayane's knife retreated from Chloe's neck and returned to her sheath at her side, giving the girl a nod in apology.

Then she realized...this girl had a bow.  [i]An archer eh?[/i]