He'd had the same idea; leading them into an alley to avoid fighting the crowd all the way to the wall. He held out his arm for her guiding her a few steps as he made sure no one was looking their way, and then they vanished. He brought them back to the wall, however, sure they would be out of sight. Already, the streets were so crowded they had trouble making their way through. He reached out and gripped the fabric of her shoulder to avoid losing her. Despite making her appearance, even he would have trouble picking her out of a crown unless she was wearing that thoughtful frown on her face. 
Which she was, Ruli noted as he glanced back at her while he elbowed his way through. They only made it a dozen or so yards before they were trapped, and he tugged her closer to avoid losing sight of her. He could only shake his head when she asked about a better spot; there was nothing. Unless, of course, they decided to make their way on top of a building. He wouldn't be able to do it, but it seemed her own abilities would allow her to take them up there. 
But, Ruli ignored the temptation, there was no need to isolate themselves that drastically. 

As Kire grabbed hi wrist, Ruli looked toward her, brow furrowed. She looked like she was trying to spot a troublesome fly, and it was a few seconds before he caught on. She could sense the magic. It hardly surprised him, they knew this Gemini man worked with Itallo, and so he was bound to be here. And when Itallo arrived, he was precisely what Ruli had built him up to be in his head. Elegant, greased back, well dressed. Though, admittedly, he wore far less flashy jewelry than Ruli expected. A locket and a ring. Ruli's eyes lingered on the ring for a short moment, wondering [i]why[/i] that piece, before he tore his eyes away and scanned the crowd.

"What do you mean?" He asked as Kire's voice met his ears over the roar of the crowd. For a reason he couldn't explain, he pulled her closer, her tight grip on his wrist shrinking the space between them as he pulled his arm against himself. The look on her face was enough to tell him to keep his eyes open. 
"That's him." He bent to whisper when the Gemini man appeared. Somehow, knowing now that this man had been involved in Ysaryn's abduction, that his green eyes were one of the few details she could recall, burned in his blood. He could picture the man's cold and empty face as he stood over the helpless and drugged elf, the screams of countless others echoing in the background of the unknown warehouse. Could see the Gemini raise the blade he wore at his hip, poised to cut open the elf for his experiment. 
"Wait a minute." Ruli blinked, attention back on the blade. "Isn't that..."

His question was drowned out, the voices rising as the bride emerged. And Ruli felt the world stop. 

He could smell plums. Feel a cool graceful touch along his cheek. Could smell the strange floral scent he could now identify as the strange looking white flowers everyone carried. Suddenly his ears could hear no excited voices, but a cold, murderous laughter. He went pale as her beautiful face turned their way, her impossibly gorgeous eyes scanned the crowd. If she spotted his face, she gave no sign, no pause, as she turned instead to her husband-to-be, and the Lord kissed the fingers Ruli had grown to know so well.

[i]Kire. Don't forget Kire.[/i] Ruli was barely aware of her grip on his wrist. [i]Get out. Get away from her. Run. [b]Run![/b][/i] Ruli turned and grabbed Kire's hand on his own, ensuring she couldn't let him go or fight him as he pulled them both into the emptiness that was the cold, black shadows. 

They emerged in the oasis.
He hadn't been sure where to take them. Not to Ziad, where they would be traced. Not to the mountains, in case something had seen them and was able to follow, somehow, some way. This was it. This was his only option.

Ruli held onto her, refusing to let her go, lest she portal back to them, to her, to the danger that now coated Cordon. Visibly pale even with his dark skin, Ruli stared at the water, listening. To the water. The trees rustling just so. To the roar of his blood in his ears. To her breathing. 
"Cordon is doomed." He whispered.