Alice was taken aback by Urasen's hostile approach, and he stood there with his weapon drawn and bloodied. Suddenly the idea of him being a warrior of repute wasn't so far from mind. She'd never considered him a 'warrior' until now, but his poise was unmistakable. The man replied by drawing his weapon in kind, and Alice started to step back, reaching for her own armaments and noting her other companions to be doing the same.

But no aggressive movement was made. Instead the man stated the fact, his weapon was clean of innocent blood. She turned to Urasen, [color=royalblue]"No one man could have done this surely?"[/color] Her dull brain only just started making connections. This man spoke in a Banian accent. Although she saw Urasen relax, she did not share his comradely for folks of those parts. To most people the only thing to come out of Bania were monsters and criminals, or a combination of the two. Particular parts of his accent were strange though, and she didn't reckon he started out in the place.

Although she didn't think it her place, she decided decorum didn't belong here, and turned to request of Argon, [color=royalblue]"I'd suggest you get somewhere to keep watch, you know the sights and smells of dangers around here. With a scene like this anything could be on it's way."[/color] The Lizardman up this close definitely unsettled her, his tongue flicking out every now and then, and the way his eyes stayed open even when he blinked against the smoke made her inwardly flinch, which might have been outwardly if she hadn't steeled herself. She decided not to stretch her authority to Beren, who no doubt could place himself well enough, and she didn't want to get into the tense conversation-standoff between Urasen and the newcomer. If they had something in common with eachother then she would only make things more uncomfortable by contributing.

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