Arman knew what she was doing was wrong, but that didn't mean she was going to stop. She had been an interested watcher of the episode in the tavern, since Ray wouldn't need her till this evening, so she had decided to follow along behind. A good story to be gained? She was so there. 

Ray had once said she thought way too much about stories; her every waking thought, when not about food, was stories. Sure, she was probably being just a little over-focused on the one subject, but that was how she worked. No way around it. When the genderless 'kid', whom the other boy had called "Seer", had started heading out holding the girl she lept off her stool and scuttled out the door ahead of the small party. Striding away from the tavern she tried to look confident, like she was doing nothing wrong. She slipped into a small alley across the street from the tavern, waiting to see where the others went. Hoping she wasn't being stupid, was this crazy? yes probably. Should she be doing it? No probably not. But none of that was going to stop her. This was the most exiting thing that had happened for a long time there was no way she was missing out.