Quickening her speed to a near run, Klynzahr breaks into the open square, intensely grateful for the V'aleera's authoritative presence at her side. Emboldened, she plunges into the throng just as the winds begin to turn fowl. With the combination of height, determination, and a well placed elbow or two she comes close enough to make out Evangeline's half-wild expression.
   Then the tide turns, jostling her back again. The half deranged, knife-wielding form blocks her view, followed by the very familiar and jarringly unexpected shape of a fellow Sea Wolf. When she glanced back, Eva had vanished without a trace. For a few moments, Klynzahr remained rooted to the spot, while the tide of bodies surged past her towards safer streets. The roar of Ul'dah's bloody riots rose unbidden to her ears, followed by a sudden chill in the pit of her stomach. Suddenly her size, which had carried her effortlessly through the press of bodies, became a curse that prevented any possibility of hiding.
    Painfully aware of the temple guards closing in, she hunched up her shoulders praying that the helm would at least mask her features. From behind her came the sound of a body crashing to the floor of the Brume.
   Then the tide turns, jostling her back again. The half deranged, knife-wielding form blocks her view, followed by the very familiar and jarringly unexpected shape of a fellow Sea Wolf. When she glanced back, Eva had vanished without a trace. For a few moments, Klynzahr remained rooted to the spot, while the tide of bodies surged past her towards safer streets. The roar of Ul'dah's bloody riots rose unbidden to her ears, followed by a sudden chill in the pit of her stomach. Suddenly her size, which had carried her effortlessly through the press of bodies, became a curse that prevented any possibility of hiding.
    Painfully aware of the temple guards closing in, she hunched up her shoulders praying that the helm would at least mask her features. From behind her came the sound of a body crashing to the floor of the Brume.
