The crowd continue to mumble and converse among themselves, their hot temper being cooled by the real threat of injury and death, yet there was still a passion and drive to kill the witch and lift the curses brought by her presence. It was several moments that they stayed in this deadlock of a decision, that was until across the street, the tavern door creaked open to reveal three new figures to the scene. Two of them were similarly dressed and built men that had been escorting Scarlet all day, which seemed to make up the pitiful excuse of a militia in the town. The third figure however was a woman dressed in an unusually expensive outfit for the town, being made of cotton and pieces of leather, a cowl pulled over the top of her head and a sturdy pair of boots to match. The pack on her back making it easy to determine she was meaning to travel. Outside the obviousness of her clothing, the white hair that stuck out from the cowl was a clear indicator that she was not of the norm, since she was far from being aged.

The crowd slowly began to hush and look back to the mysterious woman, bouncing their focus between the two ladies as the white haired woman stared at Scarlet. It was not a look of disrespect or fear or disgust like a witch must be used to, but instead it was curiosity. She didn't seem off put by the witch in the least and the moment seemed to drag on, until the men finally started to prod her slightly, urging her to move on. She glanced back and let out a sigh, giving the witch one more look before heading towards the town's gates. Even as she walked away into the distance, the crowd was content on stayed quiet until finally, they slowly started to break away - leaving the witch to her guards. Whoever the white haired woman was, it was enough to get them to back away from Scarlet and their bloodlust. One of them yelling before leaving, giving her a simple, [b]"just leave us alone!"[/b]

Meanwhile at the gates, the men prod her more until she's finally stepped outside them and stare her down. Crossing their arms to look more intimidating, they eagerly wait for her to start walking away, which she does with some measure of hesitation. Honestly, she wasn't sure where to go or where to head to next, settling on just picking a random direction and hoping her magics can keep her alive enough to find somewhere to call 'home.'