Isabeau kept a safe distance from the ruckus at the docks, but continued to glance their way every now and again, keeping an eye on the happenings. She couldn't see much of what was going on until all of a sudden ... [b]"Clear the fuck out!"[/b], she heard the man say in a threatening tone, and for the most part, the crowd cleared away. She had no intentions of making any enemies just yet, but figured it would be a good idea to be in the know, just in case. 

She also kept an eye on the pretty boy and his two companions. [color=darkcyan][i]So perhaps they weren't picking on him? Hmm ... The boy may know them, but it's obvious they don't know him...[/i][/color]her thoughts trailed off with a wrinkle of her nose. She slowly and cautiously made her way closer to the trio, not sure what to expect. Were they friends or foes? She had a thing for not killing children, and this one seemed innocent enough, she hoped. There were too many guards around for anyone to act stupid. But now she was curious, and just had to know what she was dealing with. Her hands slipped into her pockets as she casually strolled about the square towards them, weaving in and out of the crowd. She had to be careful. She had gotten so used to creeping in the shadows, but this wasn't the time or place for theatrics or anything that might draw suspicion to her. With an eye wandering over to the docs every so often, she made her way over to a merchant booth near the pretty boy, his companion and the child, just in time to see the boy extend a half eaten piece of bread. Looking puzzled at the lint covered bread, her attention had now become fixed on the three. She leaned her side on the booth behind her, her hands still pocketted, looking as casual as can be as she watched them.