Ithil was moving when her sharp ears caught the whistling of the arrow. Ducking to the side, she weaves between two squires. Placing the danger firmly away from her. The small elfling watched, calculating as Ryi tackled the archer. Ryun is already rushing towards them at a terrifying speed, and Ithil is quite impressed. How does one move so quickly in plate mail? Deciding she would do no good in this situation the former beggar eased away from the commotion. Small feet tracing steps, she follows where Kale went. Redoubling several times in her search. Her beloved bow carried awkwardly under one arm as she hung the quiver from that arm as well. Moving so the injured wrist won't be overly jostled. While it aches and is steadily going more numb, she ignores it. There isn't much she can do so why pay it mind? It would heal or not on it's own. Though Mich would probably have a argument against that the beggar wasn't one to trust the man. The look alike however, Brian, was someone the small elf found highly amusing and he was often a source of ale. So Ithil kept a eye out for both Kale and Brian. More the latter than the former. For the latter most likely knew who that woman was and would have ale.