L'yhta's first indication that she wasn't going to be able to leave quite so easily was when she bumped right into a Roegadyn's chest, the fellow having turned around to watch the heated exchange between the Sultansworn and the crier. "Ah, sorry," she mumbled as she tried to work her away around him, only to find the crowd rather more dense as the Brass Blades closed in. "Byregot's bollocks," she groused as she took a hard right, trying to squeeze through the crowd to a more open area.
And then, with rapid fire pops, the smoke bombs went off.
As the smoke started to fill the road and the crowd began its predictable and predictably chaotic reaction, the mage reached into her robes to grasp hold of her small "holdout" rod and crouched down, taking advantage of the confusion to make her way towards a nearby alley.
"Thal's balls! I understand making a quick exit, but! This's likely to get people hurt," she commented to herself, then looked around to regain her bearings and, perhaps, catch sight of the speaker or anyone in need of aid.
And then, with rapid fire pops, the smoke bombs went off.
As the smoke started to fill the road and the crowd began its predictable and predictably chaotic reaction, the mage reached into her robes to grasp hold of her small "holdout" rod and crouched down, taking advantage of the confusion to make her way towards a nearby alley.
"Thal's balls! I understand making a quick exit, but! This's likely to get people hurt," she commented to herself, then looked around to regain her bearings and, perhaps, catch sight of the speaker or anyone in need of aid.
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