The half-elf darted ahead of the men, eyes wide with a mixture of apprehension and adrenaline as she twisted and turned her lithe body to avoid the stream of passerby doing the same for her. Nimble footsteps were drowned out by thunderous ones in the narrow alleyway as the group came barreling through the general population. Araerys's hands clutched at the loose folds of her dress and hiked them up above her ankles as she ran, hair flying out behind her and pack making a ruckus against her back. 

It was a strange - possibly worrying - sight, surely; this little maiden on the run from a bunch of brutish men, all seemingly intent on getting their hands on her for who knew what. If only they could catch sight of her eyes, in which there was something of a glint, as if some small part of her was enjoying the chase. Eh, not [i]enjoying[/i], per se. The idiots had really ruined a morning of sales to a fresh crowd at the tavern, but last night's mischief with these fools was something to be proud of. Maybe it was smugness that lived there in the green orbs of her eyes? Ah well, her gaze was there and gone in a rush of red fabric and black strands before anyone would be able to tell. Most would probably never assume that she wasn't so much the victim, anyway -

- Until that massive brute with the blue on his face called out again, pretty much explaining the situation to their audience. It almost, [i]almost[/i] urged cheeky retaliation from the half-elf, who decided against it, quick to realize that any acknowledgement of her victory might work against whatever salvation she could scrounge up from any sympathetic allies in the crowd. Still, unable to keep her mouth shut properly, Araerys shot back over her shoulder in the most convincingly innocent tone she could muster at the time: "I swear - [b]Honest[/b] mistake! Wrong bottle, lads! That's all!"

Whipping her head back to face ahead, whatever was left of her curious excitement drained away at the sight of the oncoming wall of bodies blocking her way. They were getting nearer and nearer, making clear that they weren't going to be moving aside as the rest of the passerby had been doing. "Excuse me, please!" she called out, and when they didn't oblige, Ary was forced to come to a stop before them, chest heaving and pulse racing. Unsure of who they were, or what they meant to do by preventing her from advancing, Ary's glance shot from creature to creature until finally they landed on the tiefling, immediately discerning that she might be the easiest to sway onto her side. Something needed to happen quickly, lest she be sandwiched between these strangers and the men who were more than a little bit angry with her.

"Please, mam!" With her Irish-like accent coming out fully in her distress, Araerys directed her attention towards the young woman, putting on whatever she could muster of a sympathy-inducing demeanor. She swallowed gulps of air and saliva between her words, the fatigue catching up with her as she spoke. "You must help me, please. They've - They're trying to - " The group of angry brutes were closing in, and the rest of the words seemed to just tumble from her pout, clearly distracted by the males' proximity. "These men - They were preying on innocent women like some uncivilized louts at the bar last night. I merely stepped in to help, that's all!" 

[hider=The Things]Ary rolls an insight of [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2614]22[/url], and is able to discern that Daisy would be the best choice for help.[/hider]