[center][h1][color=maroon][i]Port Raventine[/i][/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h3][color=OrangeRed]Cicero Bladewalker[/color], [color=SteelBlue]Dalious[/color], [color=purple]Nylah Aldaos[/color] & [color=teal]Gwyneria[/color][/h3][/center]
[center][@Spiffy],[@Sol Grim],[@The Muse][/center]

[color=teal][i]"If she's what Dalious considers trustworthy, I'd hate to think where the point that someone is thought of as untrustworthy would be."[/i][/color] Gwyneria mused to herself as she tried to figure out how they were going to get out of this. Everything screamed dangerous about this new elf, especially how Gwyn was sure that no coins were dropped. Call her paranoid, but this was the city for paranoia and it seemed like the best route was to lose this person.

Unfortunately, it'd probably be best to heed Dalious's advice on no obvious magic, at least nothing that could obviously be connected to her by someone else. And glancing around this side street, it was still pretty deserted.  Saving an image of the three of them traveling together for later, she spoke, pitching her voice into some sort of different accent from her usual. "Yes, wesa most away. Thank yes for thes! I hoop ya hav nah truble wit thee man whoose purse ya stoole" With that she gestured behind the stranger, sneakily closed Dalious's mouth with ice for the time being, then headed away with Cicero. As they left the street for the next one, Gwyn prepared the illusions to go opposite the direction would go.