A hooded, cloaked figure moves through the crowds. Probably a woman, though it's hard to tell except up close. Whoever she is, she has no trouble maintaining a fast walk, nearly a run, dodging between clamours of people so skillfully she might as well be incorporeal. She looks up, noticing something on a rooftop and smiling, though no one would see it. Soon, though it's not clear eactly when, she has a paper aeroplane in her hands, and then it lands by Boris' side. She looks up at him for a long moment, her expression still invisible, then turns around and moves back into the crowd, apparently dissapearing into thin air.

Nearby, a fat, black-bearded merchant beats a slave, a dark-skinned man of maybe 30, for dropping some supplies. Twice more, then he orders the slave to get up and gather those that are still intact, while he returns to his own "work". The cloaked woman reappears here,  dancing through the packed streets out to this space behind the stall. She turns to the slave and kisses him, suddenly, inexpicably, before throwing him hard onto the cobbled street, possibly seriously injuring him. The merchant, hearing the noise, turns around. People nearby can feel their ears popping as the woman draws red mana to her, before expelling in the form of a little [url=http://gatherer.wizards.com/Pages/Card/Details.aspx?printed=false&multiverseid=423765]shock[/url]. People panic and run as the unlucky man's corpse flies over his own stall into the crowd. 

The woman only now draws her hood down to reveal her face. Her hair, different lengths around her head in chaotic fashion, red with black highlights that just as easily be burn marks as dye. Her face, covered in scars and scratches, from both weapon and beast. She bursts out laughing at the chaos around her, and suddenly there is an explanation for all of her strange behaviour: a tattoo of the symbol of Rakdos, hidden in shadow before but now visible just above her collarbone.