"Thank you." The woman in her noble dress appeared shocked, but not extremely frightened. Her house was burning, but a building was replaceable -- especially if one had a lot of coin at one's disposal. What would not be easily replaceable was the emperor or her own family, but the former was too far away and too high up even for her to be more than a rather abstract concern at this point. The latter was an issue though... "Akira." she said, offering the towering Mokeu her hand. "Whom am I to thank for my rescue ?" Her voice was friendly, but by no means soft and rather determined. Bó suspected her to be indeed of noble origin, even though 'nobility' was something his own background had not exactly told him much about. [color=yellow]"The-one-who's-been-buried-under-burning-rubble if we don't get away from here!"[/color] Bó replied, only offering her his true name after having declined shaking hands without a word and giving her a gentle, but no less determined push down the narrow street. Both craned their heads on the lookout for any archers looming above them, but as long as they'd stick to the narrowest of passages they felt comparatively safe from those still. "Bó... so simple!" Akira sighed. "Finding my father won't be however. He lives in a different quarter." She turned, looking up to Bó in a sincere, but still somewhat charming manner. "Can you help me ?" Bó weighed his options, but only briefly. He needed to get out of his hellhole anyway, right ? So... And if she was noble, than maybe there'd be even more of a favor to be returned than he already expected! Soon later, they were indeed on their way towards Akira's father's last known location. They only did so on a very complicated, overly long route that nobody with any degree of sanity left would have considered under normal circumstances. Avoid the plaza, at all costs! Bó even considered using the next access point they could find to descend into the sewer system below where hopefully no attackers would be, but only for a not so long moment. After some serious exchange of views with one another, Akira convinced him that the risk of an arrow to the knee was still preferable to wading through everybody's poo. At least he could argue very much to his own defense that, if one's own society was not advanced enough to have sewers in the first place, any of its members could also hardly know just how much of a mess those really were.