The wayward huntress' lips neither curled into a smug smile at the silence nor did they show much of any reaction at all, her tongue clearly held in the quiet. The keenness of her good eye swept from the larger man to his seeming cohorts then back, lingering on the draconic being for an unsettlingly added moment. The men shifted slightly in discomfort, easing their weapons and withdrawing them wholly but at a slow, unsure pace.

"Thank you," At last her brutal figure reacted, the touch of what could only be a "smile" at the edge of her lips, "I will take it then that I am free to see this man." 

"If you have need of me I am not difficult to find."

She blinked in a way almost surreal with calm; at no point did this thing play its hand. Whatever her game was, events like these were not new. With such a note hanging in the still undisturbed air, she walked between them - guardsmen parting to each side, instigating boy of a man included. They watched, puzzled, but then turned back their attention once more to their superior and the dragonkind. At a loss what to do, having seemingly let one of the "enemy" in with almost no challenge, they kept their focus away from him.

Sakaala, in the meanwhile, tread step by steady step into the town, but she did not get far before two men upon horseback intercepted her. One, a dwarf upon a steadfast pony and the other a man on an actual steed, hurried in across the earthy path. The three met, the crowds having wisely parted at the towering, animal figure in their midst and now the onset of falling, clattering hooves. The horses snorted and whined, uncomfortable at the mere sight of what seemed to be a her but obeying their masters as they had been so trained to.

The activity of the town, more than ever in light of the days to come, made things even more chaotic all as what appeared to be another confrontation was to arise...

[@Mag Lev]