With the call for archers, Luciel had lowered himself, folding his plated fingers and closing his eyes and quickly whispering a soft prayer of [color=8882be][i]"Dimisi juxta verbum Domini. Ego sum."[/i][/color] Meanwhile, Derrick had made to leave but was caught in mid gesture for Brielle to follow by the creak of a bow. Turning his head, he waved his hand to dismiss the archers while listening to her defend the mutt. "Whaaat? Come [i]on[/i], I wasn't going to make them shoot the beast" he groaned, rolling his eyes with an exasperated shrug and a tilt of his head in mild amusement but ultimately disappointment that swinging authority around hadn't been enough to reel the woman in. 
Regardless of Brielle's command to pick up his things, Luciel remained where he was. Seeing the lack of motion from the figure, Derrick scoffed and dropped the other bag, letting a few potatoes spill out since the mutt obviously wasn't going to react the way he'd hoped. "I'm not the one with a weapon drawn on a comrade" he hissed, narrowing his eyes for a second. Turning his head, slightly, he took note of the audience before barking, "That [i]thing[/i] still has no place here!" and storming off, refusing to acknowledge the threat of Goran being told of the incident save for a dismissive wave. Derrick was confident that little would come of it other than a stern talking to since trained humans in fighting condition weren't something to simply discard. 
Such was the state of the world where even the uncouth had their purpose.

Soon after he left, Luciel looked up and then to Brielle without a word. Quickly, he collected the spilled goods and loaded himself back up with the bags. All in all, it went a bit smoother than usual since the guards normally took his supplies, bags and all. Whoever the woman who stood up for him was, she was certainly cut from a different cloth. [color=8882be]"Suns save you, miss"[/color] Luciel offered with a deep bow, thankful she turned away to lead him into town. Adrenaline wracked his thoughts and instinct had edged out a slight edge to the claws on his shaking hands. Following closely, he readjusted the bear-head of his cloak to hopefully look a bit less conspicuous before returning his hands to their folded state around the silver of his necklace.
His grip on the metal stilled the tongue that lashed behind clenched teeth, a side of him thrilled by the experience and howling damning thoughts of peeling the man's flesh from his bones. The howls of instinct grew in vividness, though softened in strength like a daydream he fought to wake himself from. Practice eased the process, and his thoughts returned to his surroundings and the alluring aroma from the mess hall that wafted through the town.

The eyes of onlookers drawn by the commotion were a bit much for him, used to living a solitary life outside the walls. [color=8882be]"Fair miss. Somewhere I can leave these? I do not need tools if I am overstaying my welcome"[/color] Luciel explained, giving her a reason to cut his visit short since he was still understandably worried about the guard at the gate and how many more in the crowd or walking the streets might be like him. He almost jumped with a sudden realization, looking up as his voice gained purchase to say, [color=8882be]"Pardon! Fair miss, I...was never told your name."[/color]

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