Ridahne knew hearing Darin's response was going to be an effort in all the commotion, but she had actually expected to hear one at all. Ridahne turned, seeing a throng of Eluri milling about their business...and no Darin. If they were in some small town like Greyrock, she probably wouldn't have cared too much and would trust that nothing too horrible could happen. But Darin did not know how to do city life, not like Ridahne did. And she was generally more on edge since they'd been attacked near the borderlands weeks ago. Nothing had happened since then, though at one little town a woman asked a lot of questions. Nothing sinister, she was just the nosy sort, but they were  the types of questions that didn't need to be in anyone else's heads. Darin probably hadn't noticed, but Ridahne had quietly threatened to liberate her of a finger if she didn't leave them alone, all the while playing up the 'grouchy standoffish Azurei' archetype to avoid any further curiosity. The lady beat feet after that. 

Ridahne sighed. She wasn't about to leave Darin to drown in the sea of people if she could help it, though it wasn't like the farmer needed hand-holding or anything like that. Lihaelen was a relatively safe place, and the worst thing that would happen to someone there was usually pickpocketing. Or price gouging, she thought with a small huff. Still, it was wise to look for her. So the elf retraced the path she'd winded through, across wood bridges and over platforms. Ridahne was really more of a desert hunter, but more than once she'd been required to track a person through a dense crowd. She wasn't completely lost, here. 

It took some doing, but eventually she did spot her companion. She was down several levels and walking with a humbly but well dressed man. Ridahne didn't get the feeling she immediately wanted to slice him open, and Darin didn't appear in any distress, so Ridahne kept her distance and watched from overhead, simply observing. If things went sour, she'd be there, suddenly appearing like a lioness in the dark. And if not? Then she'd join Darin after taking some time to figure out who this person was, though Ridahne had a good guess, as his clothing was a giveaway to a studied eye. Did the Council know they were coming? Did they know who they were? Either could be independently true, or perhaps both. Visions were strange that way, and who knew what news had come this way, if any.