[h3] Vetla Burr- City Docks. [/h3]

Velta watched the older Knight and the boy walk past, gracing them both with a nod. Her gaze trailed them as they moved through the crowd and when they seemed to be just far enough away she set out after them. Perhaps it was just a coincident, but as she weaved her way through the crowd she seemed to be moving a little faster than normal, as if she intended to catch up. 
She was not dressed for spying, and her fine cloak stood out like a painful sore against the dreary clothes of the pooerer citicents of the docks. A different woman might be worried over her obvious wealth drawing attention, but not Velta Burr, she'd grown up on these docks. She knew the thugs, and the desperate, and above all they knew her brothers. 

She drew nearer to the Knight, and might not be paying attention to the street aswell as she should, brothers or not.