Jono runs up the steps nearly silently, but Jace would hear crashing from upstairs as Jono bashes in the thieves looking for somewhere to hide the relic. Her hood had been swept back in the middle of the fight, and her clothes are spattered in blood when she’s finished. One of the thieves let slip that there were more, and Jono runs out, swearing filthily. She whistles to the thieves attacking the little knight. “Hey bastards! Pick on someone your own size!” She grunts as she throws her knives, missing one but pinning the other to a tree.