Pride, among many other things, had been buried long ago in her heart. So it came as no bite to her vigilant ears when she received the welcome she did between the muttering of the worried townsfolk, the advance of the guard, and now indifferent talks about her identity. If anything the truth that they did not immediately rouse to arms was progress enough; she was not lying about her lack of intent to stir trouble into the mix. She had real work to be done, the sort not solved for her old heart by inviting men's fears and paranoia.

"I am seeking a man among a group of men." Her voice both noble and beastly, an air of command to it, "One who I have business with, whether he knows of it or not."

She paused to judge their demeanor, carry on when she seemed satisfied that they were wary but not too much that inklings of distrust or even loathing could wholly take root. In the breath between, she looked over them and their steeds both, being cautious of the events unfolding before her eyes, as sightless as one of the two was. 

"I have been told he is known as 'Sir Gormun', a captain of those that call themselves the 'Vigilants'." The exchange playing before her as she spoke suggested that at least for the moment she was safe enough to continue her reply.

"And from what my ears tell me, that man would be [i]you[/i]."

Sakaala's hands remained idle out of conscious decision not to spur the onlookers to action. One, feigned in part as it was, the other set to act on the slightest of triggers. A fight was always a dangerous ordeal that could erupt from an encounter like this and she had seen her fair share of business turn sour.

"So when I say that I call myself Sakaala and my business is work, I believe you better than most understand what it is that I mean." 

All of her hideous appearance paled to how eloquent she carried herself and the words she shared. Either she was among the most sophisticated of monsters in the land, one well read and studied, or she had lived among men for some time. Mercenaries specifically, for no woman of any stock would dare be so bold as to wear steel and dusk armor while speaking about "business" and "work" the way she did. It perhaps seemed almost surreal to onlookers, many of whom had not assumed such things existed, let alone could talk.

[@Mag Lev]