[center][color=gray][i]interacting with [b]Siella Faeren[/b] [sub][@Lionhearted][/sub][/i][/color][/center]


For the briefest of moments, there existed a time when for Vazheera; maybe, just [b]maaaybe[/b] she doubted the cleverness of her initial plan of throwing herself off a ledge...

Fortunately for her though, Vazheera's intuition would soon be vindicated as the Wood Elf cast her spell and slowed their descent! Although the landing may needed some work.

"Whoah-oh-oaahh!"

Vazheera first started falling face first, then back; before the Dark Elf suddenly twisted herself around mid-air and landed in a perfect three point landing, making surprisingly little noise despite her size! Scanning the area around her with a quick glance, she rose to her feet.

"If you know where Dantel is -- then take me to him." 

"Oh, that I do! I... " Vazheera was about to speak when upon a second glance at the crowd, she realized she had completely lost sight of Moulder!

[i]"Dammit!"[/i]

" ... "

"He went that way!" Vazheera suddenly said, not about to admit failure as she pointed off towards a random direction, before quickly placing her arms on Siella's shorter shoulders, leaned forward and began to quickly lead Siella out through the eastern side of the stadium! Siella was barely visible except from the front, and when bowing under her flowing cape and large hood, Vazheera might have assumed the silhouette of an exceptionally large and brawny old hunchback woman at a distant glance!

Moving through the flow of people, she eventually lead Siella off to a side passage, dodging the attention of the guards and using the crowd as cover.

However, Vazheera would suddenly stop when her eyes suddenly caught sight of a rather strange creature on their way out. It was a strange, almost plant-like woman who looked like the offspring between a "too-cuddly-and-lovable" farmer and his vegetation patch!

Vazheera stared at Isobel from a few levels above with a narrowed gaze, her face turning into a quizzical frown. She then saw two other figures; a large, brawny human with an exceptionally bad tan that bordered on being red, and a jolly noble/mage looking character that seemed surprisingly cheerful given the circumstance. The Dark Elf was staring down at Dantel and the interaction taking place below.

The fact that this rich guy wasn't hiding himself behind a wall of brawny bodyguards and consorts, and looking to almost be enjoying the pandemonium in the arena before made all the treasure hunting bells start ringing in Vazheera's head!

As the party started leaving before them, Vazheera pointed at their departing figures past Sielle's head.

"I think those look interesting, or what?" Vazheera whispered to Siella from behind with an enthusiastic voice!