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Well this was unexpected. The magic in the alleyway burgeoned with the arrival of a rather noisy stranger; so much so that Allaria was surprised every hunter in the town wasn't already feeling it. Eyesight wasn't need to realise the new one was in a bad shape. The dragging of his feet and the quiet gasps of pain were betrayed by the quiet of their alley. Her new friend could deal with him anyways - that's what he was there for.

Softly gripping the seared skin of her neck, she carefully pressed the magic of the stranger, trying to discern who exactly he was and how he had found them. His magic was almost painfully easy to read. She knew an illusionist when she felt one and he didn't take any steps to hide it.

By that point, her new guardian had already begun talking to the new one. She decided to listen in and after a few seconds, she had to add her opinion to the mess. [color=dodgerblue]"What even was it? Was it a hunter? I think you should start offering some answers first then we'll consider mending your wounds. Assuming they are wounds, [i]Illusionist[/i]."[/color] Allaria wasn't fond of her branch of magic - nearly every illusionist she ever met would sell you out within a moments notice.

Not to mention the fact that she was very hungry and this little sewer rat and put a wrench in her plans for getting a nice dinner and making her guardian pay for it. If they had to pull him along as well, it was going to made very clear that the one who was nearly burnt alive would be getting more priority when it came to food. She by her tongue for the moment, however.