Before Mal can ask the inevitable question about a moose and a squirrel, two men burst out of a door in the alleyway, loudly expressing expletives, but making no real attempt to form much in the way of a sentence. What the entire group picks up, however, is something about "powder" and a "dropped candle" in an accusative manner from one man toward the other. Judging by their haste, it is probably not a good idea to stay in the area.

Evyr recognizes these men from her past, but it had been a few years, so she doesn't remember their names specifically, only where she met them and the associated profession...which helped her narrow down why they were running. They were members of the Thieves Guild who had been known for taking jobs with high levels of danger. Jobs like "stealing from the treasury of a king," "hiding in a dragon's lair to gather information on it," and - with Evyr's knowledge of the city, this seemed HIGHLY likely - "stealing black powder from the Dragon Turtles gang."

Whether she passes the information on or not is her own prerogative, but even if they weren't all in imminent danger of exploding or being murdered by the most dangerous gang in the city, following these men would very likely bring her "home" to the Thieves Guild itself. Which, of course, would bring better jobs to her new companions - whether she wanted them or not - than standing in an alleyway talking. Of course, and I can't stress this enough, [i]these two men have no fear of dragons, and they're running from a building with a ton of black powder[/i].

As they run, however, Mal, not quite realizing the danger, grabs one of the men and holds him up. The man could not be any more scared...just not of Mal. "Let me go! Put me down! Run!"