"Am I?" Arthera's snarl drew up from the depths of her person as she watched him collapse into a heap, giving her words venomous added point, "You [i]chose[/i] this life, instigator."

When she finished speaking the blade within her hands swayed ever so slightly, debating on just what action to partake in, but with their occultist returned and the wrathful Talionis seemingly slavering to finish the deed, she walked over the still body and toward the others that lined the street instead. She would let them contend with it and handle other business instead, namely ensuring none of these street urchins could lift a finger against them later... at least not without some great effort.

With the stain of her blood upon her hair she looked to the merchants after as she walked, brown open robe trailing her, ending her examination upon the one who had assisted them. For once, Arthera seemed to legitimately smile beneath her hood, as subtle as it was it remained approving all the same; perhaps that one might have more in life. The glance was not long lived despite this and she went to inspect the bodies, crouching down first beside the fallen man before seating her weapon to her belt; the aura of frost that had followed in her path up and vanished as her mind dominated the psychic matter, making it more integrated with her physical being.

Her flesh was cold and a chill ran through the entirety of her form, but the invigorating sanctuary of nature's touch was keeping her very much alive. The savage woman felt as though she could carry on owing to this, but she was far more wise and knowing than to believe that; they hurled nearly all they had into this and the number of them had taken a thrashing, just as much as they had bestowed one.

"So woman, explain to us what just happened and why these men were willing to kill us to just get to you." The primal said, calmly at that as she rifled through the pockets of the man, seeking out information and evidence, "As far as I am concerned, you paid your debt to us by taking a stand, so I have no further business with you."

She ceased her work, only to turn and look from over her shoulder at Araerys with her animal eyes.

"All I want are answers."

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Arthera sheathes her weapon and approaches the human, searching over his person for any evidence of who or what he might be associated with as well as any potential goods.

She rolls an [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2958]18[/url] for an Intelligence (Investigation) check.
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A few silver pieces (17sp), a cloak, his suit of clothing including fairly comfy-looking boots, a single shortsword, and a hand crossbow along with twenty bolts.
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