Where the heart is (open)

[Falz]

As the rain poured down in Silvereye, a hooded figure walked through the streets, weaving throughout the crouds. This hooded figure was Isaiah, but he was not wearing the royal hooded robes that the royal family usually wore. Instead, he wore a tattered charcoal robe. As usual, Isaiah prefered not to dress as a member of the royal family would, and instead dressed as a common man would. The only thing that could possibly reveal that he was a noble would be the rapier and flintlock pistol that rested on both sides of his hips. Isaiah was aware that there were people that would probably try to cause harm to him, so he would take a rapier and flintlock in order to protect himself.

That particular day, Isaiah felt somewhat down. He wasn't even sure why, he just assumed it was just a random phase and it would be over soon. Isaiah didn't want his family to see him like this, and so had decided to go to the nearby tavern. As he stepped into the tavern, the sound of cheering and bottles smashing entered Isaiah's ears. A bar fight was currently happening. This tavern usually had a bar fight at least every day, and Isaiah wouldn't have it any other way. Nobody from the castle would enter to interupt him, or worse, reveal his identity. Isaiah sat down on a stool at the bar and rested one elbow on the counter.

"Bottle of mead, if you don't mind."

A short, stout man behind the bar nodded and placed a glass bottle of mead on top of the counter. Isaiah placed the correct currency on the counter for the man to take, grabbed onto the bottle and turned to the bar fight. What was the reason behind this one? too much to drink? fighting over the hand of a beautiful woman? It could be anything. Not wanting to be some whooping idiot, Isaiah stayed back at the bar and watched the fight in silence, purely out of lack of anything to do.

[Ally]

Ally stared at her bowl of chunky soup with a deep intensity and focus. She took in every detail, every smell, every wonderful bit of it. This was probably the last prepared (and rightfully paid for) meal that she would consume in a long time and she was going to savor it! The money she had earned from her last looting trip was dwindling and it was about time to start making plans for the next one. A fight had broken out a few tables away from her and she glanced over at the two men in annoyance.

At an impatient growl from her stomach, Ally picked up a spoon and, almost reluctantly, lifted a bit of soup to her mouth. Suddenly her beloved soup was flying through the air as a burly man was hurled into her table, destroying every bit of her happiness. She sat there, stunned, spoon pressed to her lips and tried to process what had just happened. The man got up with a grunt, wiping blood from his nose and ran blindly towards his opponent. In a moment of pure fury, Ally extended a leg and tripped the giant man, causing him to fall flat on his ugly face.

“That was my favorite goddamn soup and you are gonna pay for it!” She cried, pointing her spoon threateningly at the slightly confused and very angry man on the floor.

[Falz]

Isaiah's eyes widened slightly as a female, a half-fairy he believed, started yelling at one of the brawlers, who was now laying on the floor and quite blatantly angry at the girl. The guy was obviously drunk, and drunk men are unpredictable even at the best of times. No doubt he would likely give the girl a right good pounding about...something about soup? No matter, she was in a very bad spot right now, and she needed help. While the man started to stand up, with clear intent of hurting the girl, Isaiah noticed the other brawler was standing adjacent to the first brawler. Almost immediately, Isaiah had a plan, but it was somewhat risky. He stood between the two brawlers and yelled out.

"Oi, numb skull!"

The first brawler stopped and turned to face Isaiah, similar to how an enraged troll would if there was someone getting it's attention. As anger filled eyes locked with Isaiah's, Isaiah gulped silently. This wasn't as good an idea as he thought it was. The man was clearly much bulkier than he was, and was much more likely to tear him a new asshole. There was no turning back now though. In an attempt to swallow any doubts, Isaiah started to taunt the man again.

"Yeah, I'm talking to you! I've heard your wife's a whore!"

Pay dirt. The man 'roared' and began to charge at Isaiah. The next stage of Isaiah's plan required timing. When the man was near Isaiah, he rolled out of the way in order make the two brawlers collide and, hopefully, start fighting again. Luckily for Isaiah, they did collide into each other and, after a powerful swing from the second brawler, began fighting again. Isaiah stood up and dusted himself off as the cheering from the crowd started again. He loved when a plan came together. But was the girl ok? Hopefully she was only a little shaken, or better yet unaffected by the situation. Isaiah approached the girl and spoke to her.

"You should probably avoid doing that. Guy's off his arse, and probably wouldn't hesitate to beat the crap out of you."

[Ally]

Ally glared at her rescuer before slumping to the ground and pulling her table back up. The soup was splashed across the floor, the glorious chunks of vegetable lying in puddles of broth like soldiers surrounded in blood. A tavern worker came over and quietly started cleaning it up. Ally took in the scene somberly before slamming her fist down on the slightly soggy table.

“Great. Just great. What am I supposed to do now? I had the situation under control thank you very much!” Ally told the man, turning back him and pounding her fist on the slightly soggy tabletop. She was hungry and angry and she was going to blame someone. By then the fight had taken itself outside, taking the real culprit with it. She plopped down in the chair and put her face in her hands. “My soup…” She whimpered sadly after a deep, dramatic sigh.

[Falz]

Isaiah moved back slightly when the female started to speak to him aggressively. She had it under control? Not from where he was sitting, she hadn't. Even if she had, he just couldn't let the drunk man get his hands on her. Beating up a woman was not at all chivalrous, and that went against every part of Isaiah's being. Just because he didn't act like royalty didn't mean he didn't have standards.

"It didn't look like you had it under control from where I was sitting."

Suddenly, the girl started acting saddened by the lack of soup. Either it was a damn good soup, or she was crazy as hell! Isaiah was going to assume it was the former, but wasn't going to put the latter past her either. He didn't know what she was about, and so was going to stay away from making his assumptions outloud. With a sigh, Isaiah sat down on the chair near her and tried to get her attention.

"If this soup means a lot to you, I could buy you another portion. If you want."

[Ally]

Ally sighed and rested her chin in her hands as the man sat down next to her. Okay. Yes, the ugly guy probably would have beaten her to a pulp and yes she probably should have chosen her words (and actions) a little more carefully. But it was her favorite soup and she had spent basically the last of her money on it so she was a little ticked that it ended up on the floor.

“Okay, yes if you don’t mind. It was Minestrone.” Ally said in answer to the man’s question, flashing him a quick smile. She still wouldn’t let go of the idea that it was partially this guys fault for letting the culprit get away. But now that she was calm and the soup situation was taken care of, she couldn’t help but find humor in the way the man had handled the situation. It really was a brilliant idea. Ally turned her head and looked at her rescuer with renewed interest.

He seemed common enough, well his clothes did at least, but there seemed to be something a little different about him. Ally couldn’t put her finger on it; maybe it was the way he sat or the way he held himself.

“What’s your name?” She asked him, absently twirling a bit of loose hair around her finger.

[Falz]

With a nod and a smile, Isaiah stood up and made his way to the counter. He couldn't help but feel as though she was blaming him for something. He didn't let it bother him either way. While he approached the counter, a sudden thought ran through his head. Did the drunken man not notice the rapier and pistol on his hips? Odds are he did, but there was one thing that might affect that. He was drunk. He probably saw it as a leg of lamb or something. As Isaiah reached the counter, he rested an elbow on it and held up a finger.

"One portion of soup. Minestrone."

The same man who served him earlier nodded and walked off to a room behind the counter. Either to fetch some Minestrone or make a new portion, Isaiah didn't known. The man came back after a couple of minutes, with a new bowl of Minestrone and placed it on the counter. After giving the correct amount of money to the man, Isaiah returned to the table with the soup and placed it in front of the girl with a smile, before speaking.

"Minestrone soup, enjoy."

Isaiah sat in the chair again, when the girl asked for his name. Crap. Isaiah was a bit reluctant to reveal his name in public, since a lot of people knew who he was. He was the prince of Caedere, and was in the news a LOT. There were certainly people who did not like the royal family for one reason or another. It was for this reason that he carried a sword and pistol with him when he went in public. In case any one attacked the prince, he was ready. But to be honest, this girl was pretty, so he couldn't lie about his identity. Sod it, he was going to say his name.

"The name's Isaiah, whats yours may I ask?"

[Ally]

The man smiled at her and got up to get the soup. With his back to her, Ally had a clear view of the tip of a brown tail poking out from under his dark cloak. ((OOC: Or would Isaiah keep it hidden? If he would then scratch this part! )) A tail! Ally loved people with tails. She loved diversity and was pretty proud of her own pointed ears and bright green eyes, though she was teased a lot as a kid because of them.

Ally's eyes lit up and she smiled widely when the man returned with her soup and placed it in front of her.

"Thank you!" She said happily. Ally was a pretty simple person. She smiled when she was happy and yelled when she was angry. It's how she's always been. The soup smelled terrific and, fearing losing it again, Ally quickly picked up a spoon and took a bite. After a moment she smiled, let out a contented sigh, and continued eating.

"The name's Isaiah, whats yours may I ask?" The man said. Ally nearly choked on her soup. Wasn't the prince of Caedere named Isaiah? And she was pretty sure the prince also had a brown monkey tail.

"Isaiah as in prince Isaiah?" Ally asked with a laugh. "Wow, I've never been in the presence of royalty before! I'm Ally by the way, it's nice to meet you."

[Falz]

(I suppose a bit would be sticking out the bottom of the cape, yeah. =o)

Isaiah raised a brow when Ally suddenly choked on her soup. That was a rather interesting reaction to him being royalty. It beat being called royal scum any day. Isaiah smiled slightly as Ally looked for conformation that he was indeed the prince of Caedere. He actually quite liked getting a good response from him revealing that he was a prince. With smile intact, Isaiah started speaking.

"Yup, I'm that Isaiah. Nice to meet you."

A thought popped into Isaiah's head at this moment in time. What was she doing here? This tavern wasn't exactly the best tavern in Caedere, and surely she could do much better. He could be seen as hypocritical with this thought though. Isaiah could definately do better than this tavern. It was easy to get time alone here though. Clearing his throat, Isaiah voiced his thought.

"If you don't mind me asking, why are you in this tavern? to be honest, I'm sure you could do better than here."

While waiting for a response, Isaiah took a sip of his mead. It was warm. Isaiah showed his displeasure at warm mead with a disgusted look on his face. In case anyone wanted to know how it was.

[Ally]

Ally really had little opinion in political matters and wasn't about to judge Isaiah based on his status. She liked to get to know people before forming opinions about them. From what she could tell he seemed to be a kind person. Anyone who supplied her with free food, expecting nothing in return, was okay in her book.

Ally laughed out loud at Isaiah's expression when he took a sip of his drink. She looked around the tavern, contemplating his question. It was true, the place was a dump. Suspicious looking men huddled in dark corners, drinking and gambling. The smell of cigarettes and filth was everywhere and the service wasn't exactly great either. But Ally was used to these things. Ally couldn't really afford better than this, but she was okay with that. A person has to be adaptable when in her line of work. But Isaiah had said she could do better. And she didn't know why but that made her feel good.

"A better question would be why are you here Mr. Prince?" She asked in a slightly mocking tone, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

[Falz]

"That question was pretty hypocritical. I come here when I want time for myself or need somewhere to think. Since the royals avoid coming here, I can come here so that I can think without getting interupted by them. I don't do it all the time, but...yeah."

Isaiah had to say, Ally was a good person to talk to. She was kind and friendly. Well, as long as someone didn't knock her soup over. It was then that he realised. He had never seen her around the city before! It didn't matter. Maybe she was a traveller or something. If anything, that was good. Isaiah's interests lay within exploration as well. Maybe that could be a conversation topic, or something.

"Sorry if this sounds rude, but I've never seen you around Silvereye before. Where do you live?"

Some people certainly got offended over the stupidest reasons. Hopefully Ally was not one of these people.

[Yvon [Silva Groves]]

As sudden as thunder strikes...thunder struck. The heaven seemed cracked in two, rain pouring down suddenly and violently. Within seconds, the sun was gone, replaced by gloomy clouds. With no wind, the rain fell straight down on the streets.

And within moments, several people entered the bar, deciding to take shelter from this sudden burst of sky. Already, they looked drenched. There was something unnatural about this sudden weather change, that was for sure.

Among the new people entering was a young gypsy male named Silva. At first glance, it was hard to determent his gender. At second glance...it still was. Barefooted and dressed in light flowing (and soaking wet) clothes, he shook the water from his hair before going deeper into the tavern. He looked nervous, casting looks behind him at the door, as if he was being followed. He carried a light bag over one shoulder, a mandolin over the other.

With the rudeness (or was it openness?) of a true gypsy, he moved over to Isaiah and Ally's table, giving them a light bow and a broad smile (that could not fully hide his nervousness). "May I join you?"

[Ally]

Ally smiled slightly. So he was like her. Someone who needed to be alone with their own thoughts every once in a while. Those were the best kinds of people, the most interesting kinds of people. Ally took another bite of soup, scooping out a large carrot. Food really was the way to her heart, though she couldn't cook to save her life.

Surprised by his question, (and impressed by his observation skills) She took a second to think. Where did she live? That was a good question.

"I'm staying at an inn in town." She replied carefully. Just because Isaiah seemed polite and kind, didn't mean she was ready to trust him completely. She had heard things about the Caedere government and she wasn't an idiot. "I've never been to Silvereye before. Can't say that I like it very much, it's kind of depressing." She didn't mind rain but the rain in Silvereye seemed to be sad, cold rain. "I'm just about to leave, actually." She added as an after thought. She'd never been good at staying in one place for too long. The world was too large and there where too many things to see.

Sturdy looking bartender came and took her empty soup bowl away. She gave sad smile as she watched him go.

EDIT: ((OOC: Well hello welcome, welcome! : ) )) Ally turned as a very nervous looking woman ((yes Ally thinks he's a woman, I'm sorry but he looks so girly how could she not??)) approached them, asking to join. The woman was soaking wet from the rain dripping puddles onto the floor.

"Of course! Have a seat! You look like you could use some hot soup. They have the best Minestrone here," Ally said with a broad smile. "Oh and you should get some bread and rolls too!" Truthfully it was Ally who wanted the rolls but what can you do?

[Falz]

On it's own accord, Isaiah's mouth formed a frown when Ally said she was about to leave. Thats a shame. Ally was the most interesting person hes ever met in Silvereye. Well, most interesting that wasn't about to attempt to kill him. A sudden bolt of lightning and roar of thunder made Isaiah quickly look outside. The weather really had gone to the dogs! People in the street had started to move into buildings to avoid the bad weather. One particular person, a gypsy, approached the table than Ally and Isaiah was sat at. The gyspy looked like a woman but...there was something Isaiah couldn't put his finger on. Then they spoke. Even though it was somewhat feminine, there was a definate touch of masculinity. Isaiah waved his hand to the extra seat and spoke.

"Yeah, sure. Take a seat."

Isaiah realised that sounded like he didn't want the gypsy there. Great, now he felt slightly guilty. And he'd likely feel even more guilty if the gypsy went elsewhere because of this. Isaiah held his hand out for a handshake to the gypsy.

"The name's Isaiah. Whats your name?"

[Yvon [Silva Groves]]

"Thank you. Both." the gypsy said, slipping down low on the chair, folding a cloth over his head to hide his wet blond hair. "I'm Silva, pleasure." He said, shaking the others hand. The more he spoke, the more it became obvious that he might be male. If he had been trying to hide that fact, with a higher intonation of his voice, as well as a more feminine way of moving, he could have fooled every man.

He smiled as the other complimented the food here. "Yes...perhaps I should." He glanced at the entrance again. "Some soup does sound nice..." he muttered, taking some coins from under his clothes, coining the loose change. Not enough for bread and rolls, but enough for a bowl of soup.

"My, what terrible weather." Silva spoke, setting his bag down on the ground, as well as his mandolin. But he kept them close. Was this typical gypsy behavior, or was this other nervous for a specific reason.

He breathed out and visibly calmed himself. "Thank you. It's very nice of you to share your table." He said with a charming smile.

[Ally]

People were crowding the Tavern now, wet and dripping. The level of noise in the Tavern had raised considerably and some people where standing in the open door way, letting cold air blow in. Ally glanced at the newcomer and realized her eyes where on the doorway as well. She seemed a bit pale and absent minded. Ally wondered if something might be wrong. The gypsy seemed to keep her belongings close to her, as if worried someone might take them.

It became obvious that the gypsy wasn't going to get the rolls and Ally tried to hide her disappointment. As the gypsy spoke again, she realized with a shock that the Gypsy was actually male. Embarrassed, Ally made a mental note not to mention her mistake out loud.

There was another flash of lightening and a low rumble of thunder. Ally smiled contently. Something about being indoors when the weather was terrible made her feel safe and warm.

"Sure, it's no problem." Ally returned Silva's smile when he thanked them for their kindness. He hadn't seemed to make the connection with Isiah's political status but that was probably for the best. Ally noticed again this man's nervous tension.

"Is there someone you're expecting?" She asked slowly, thinking back to his glance at the entrance.

[Falz]

Ally wasn't the only person to notice the fact that Silva was nervous, and Isaiah thought he knew why. He was aware of the magic potential that gypsies had, and this particular gypsy wasn't wearing a collar. A frown formed on Isaiah's face. He was well aware of what the witch hunters would do if they caught him. He was actually quite glad that the gypsy wasn't aware of his royal heritage. It was the royal family itself that instated the collars, and it was the royal family that ensured that 'rogue' magic users were dealt with appropriately. Isaiah disagreed with all of it. Sure, the kingdom was struggling, but surely there was a better way than sapping the magic - and possibly life force - from the person. It was no use though. If Isaiah mentioned it to his siblings and parents, they would merely dismiss what he said. Being the youngest was so unfair sometimes. Isaiah tapped his fingers on the table and spoke.

"This weather's crap, isn't it? We can't actually do anything."

Truth be told, Isaiah was kind of glad that the weather was crap. This meant that Ally wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. He wasn't actually sure why he didn't want her to. It could be anything. Isaiah didn't dwell on this thought for long. Isaiah looked over at the bar to check the queue. There suprisingly wasn't one. Possibly since most the people that were in the tavern didn't actually want to be in the tavern.

"Back in a sec."

Isaiah stood from the chair and walked over to the counter. Figured, since the rain meant he couldn't leave, may as well get another drink. A cold one. As per usual, Isaiah rested his elbow on the counter and made his order.

[Yvon [Silva Groves]]

The moment Ally looked at the entrance of the bar, someone had appeared there, and the next second, Silva had dived under the table, in hiding. Isaiah left to go to the bar, so only Ally had seen where he was hiding.

The person in the door was a witch-hunter. High class too. His thick cloak with the emblem confirmed this. He was a water-class mage himself, and though he wore a collar, it was thre just for show. He would not require to pay taxes in return for hunting rogues. The man was large and threatning looking. It was no wonder Silva was hiding from him.

The story between them was quite obvious. The hunter had been chasing Silva and, in summoning his abilities, brought the rain in with full force. It only enhanced his powers. Silva had fled into the bar, hoping to be safe there.

He looked exceedingly miserable and terrified, hugging his belongings to his chest and visible shivering (though that could be from the cold wet clothes too).

OOC: The hunter is an NPC you are all free to control. It's fine if he finds Silva and tries to take him in, just dont kill him xD

[Ally]

Ally sat in confusion, pulling on the end of her messy braid. Silva was under the table. For some reason. There was a very large and menacing looking man standing in the door way of the tavern. Everyone around him seemed to be quietly trying to slip away. Silva was terrified of this man, of that Ally was sure. Upon further examination, she noticed the emblem on his cloak. A witch hunter. That was it.

Ally turned her head in the other direction as the man moved forward, and the noise in the room abruptly died. His boot steps echoed on the hardwood of the floor. The hunter must be looking for Silva. Ally quickly moved her stocking covered legs in front of him and adjusted her skirt to hide most of him from view. She casually pulled out her braid and started redoing it.

Ally wasn't eligible for the magic tax, was she? A corner of her mind had always been worried about this. Her foresight powers where limited and useless, barley even worth mentioning. She didn't have enough magic in her to be taxed. Did she? She glanced over at Isaiah, wondering what to do.

[Falz]

Isaiah froze on the spot when he heard footsteps after the room went silent. He slowly turned around to see a high ranking witch hunter. Shit. He was aware that this witch hunter dabbled with water magic. It had become obvious that this witch hunter had used this magic to flush out the gypsy. For once, Isaiah wasn't sure of what to do. Isaiah's eyes drifted over to the table that he was previously sat at. Silva was hiding under the table, and Ally was covering him from view while looking at Isaiah. Isaiah really couldn't think of anything, so he was just going to try to convince the hunter that Silva wasn't there. He called out across the room to the witch hunter.

"Hey, what you looking for?"

The witch hunter moved towards him and instantly he knew it was a bad idea. The witch hunter dwarfed him! Isaiah's eyes darted around the room. Near enough everyone in the tavern was watching them. His eyes snapped back to the witch hunter as he began speaking again.

"Don't play stupid with me, prince! I know there is a magic user who is avoiding magic tax here."

Isaiah laughed nervously. His eyes drifted to check if Ally was still covering Silva, before looking back at the witch hunter.

"A tax dodger? Here? Don't be daft!"

Wrong choice of words. The look that the witch hunter gave him literally made him want to leave the city. This was reflected by the smirk being wiped right off Isaiah's face.

[Yvon [Silva Groves]]

Silva was glad for the hiding space, nearly crawling in her skirt to hide himself. The witch hunter had not yet spotted Silva, but he did have another trick up his sleeve.

From his pocket he brought forth an odd device. "Lets see who's evading the taxes around here." he spoke loudly. Several people slept away quietly. Wizards who were collared, but were still meddling with the taxes. The witch hunter did not care. People like that did not bring in a good bounty. And not to mention he had his eyes on a specific blonde haired prey.

The device was a pendant on a black string, the hanger a clear crystal. Speaking a word of power, the crystal vibrated and pointed in Ally's direction. Well, in truth, it pointed at Silva, hiding under the table, but visibly...Ally was in trouble.

The hunter turned his attention to Ally, raising his eyebrows. "My my, this missy has quite some magical abilities of herself, running untamed."

[Ally]

Staring at the black crystal hanging in the air, Ally’s heart pounded wildly. Damn gypsy pulling her into things that had nothing to do with her. She was annoyed. The crystal was obviously pointing to Silva, Ally didn’t have enough magic for it to react so strongly. Not to mention the gyspy was practically crawling into her skirt.
“Okay listen, I know who you’re looking for and he’s not here.” Ally pointed her finger to the crystal and then pointed behind herself. “He went that way.” She stated simply “So why don’t you get your fancy boots out of here and leave us all in peace?” She added without thinking. Oops. This mouth of hers was becoming a problem. There was an audible gasp from the crowd. Obviously no one wanted any trouble and Ally had just ignited a fire.
The hunter raised his gun in Ally’s direction and raised the corner of his mouth in a smirk. “You’ll tell me where the gypsy is.” He promised her, his finger curling around the trigger, “And I will be escorting you both out. You will make a nice gift for my employer.”
This statement, of course, made Ally even angrier but the gun in her face was enough to keep her mouth shut. She was going to kill Silva herself if she didn't die first.

[Falz]

Isaiah sighed and placed his face firmly in his palm. Everything that could went wrong, seemed to be going wrong. Only one thing he could try now. He approached the witch hunter and tapped him on the shoulder. The witch hunter ignored him. Damn, there goes punching him in the face. Then Isaiah remembered the area that should only be treated nicely. Male empathy kicked in at the thought of having to kick the witch hunter in the nuts. Sure, he was likely to get in trouble for kicking a high ranking witch hunter in the nuts, but a wise man once said the best thing to do isn't always the right thing to do. Isaiah took a deep breath, and raised his leg between the legs of the witch hunter.

"Aargh, you little...!"

And like that, the larger man fell to the floor, holding his groin. For a moment, Isaiah stood with a look of confusion on his face. He was actually suprised that his plan had worked. He thought the man had balls of steel, or something like that. The situation came back to him though, and he moved over to the table again after stepping over the grown man.

"Right, I think it would be best if we made a hasty exit, since he'll be looking for both of you now..."

Realising that the gypsy would stick out like a sore thumb, Isaiah took his cloak off and offered it to Silva, while looking at the witch hunter. He couldn't tell if he was looking up or not, since the crowd had started to surround the downed man. After Silva accepted the cloak, if he even accepted the cloak, Isaiah made his way to the door of the tavern, only to stop. Ah, the rain. Isaiah grabbed a random umbrella from the side and turned back, beckoning Ally and Silva over.

[Yvon [Silva Groves]]

Silva did not need to be told twice. He gratefully took the cloak with one hand, grabbing Ally's hand in the other and nudging her to run with him. "Hurry." He whispered, his eyes narrowing as a shift was visible in the air around them. From the corner of their eyes, they could see another Silva slip through the crowd towards a window. It wasn't solid but in the crowd, it was hard to notice those details. The witch hunter had noticed, climbing to his feet after the illusion.

Silva ran after Isaiah (grabbing Ally along forcefully), not bothering to steal an umbrella.

[Ally]

Ally watched as the hunter fell to the floor in pain. She got up quickly when Isaiah came over, planning to sneak out the back and leave all of this behind. Isaiah and Silva could find their own way out.

She turned to go when Silva grabbed her hand and and pulled her forward, urging her to hurry. Her heart banged in her chest, a familiar feeling that occurred when someone was preforming magic. The air seemed to blur and then Ally could make out another Silva slipping through the crowd twords the window. Awestruck and impressed, she allowed herself to be pulled to the entrance and out into the downpour.

She could hear shouts from the hunter echoing down the street but they faded away as if he was headed in the other direction. They ran on pure adrenaline and it was a while before Ally had enough control over her instincts to plant her feet and rip her arm from Silva's grasp.

She stood there panting for a moment, bent over, hands on her knees. Her hair stuck to her face in wet clumps and her clothes drooped with the weight of the water.

"Thanks for saving my ass twice in one night," Ally shouted a little breathlessly through the rain, giving Isaiah a slight smile. She shivered and rubbed her hands over her arms, realizing she left her coat in the tavern.

"It's been fun guys, but I thinks it's best if I don't stick around."