So too did the Huntress move along - winding her way back to some high perch to watch the city bustle....and eventually an ideal overlook was discovered high atop a wall of shipping crates. The vessels coming and going were mildly interesting with their exotic cargo and loud, burly sailors. A flicker of red and more so, the hint of metal that only came with blood, on the wind, caught her attention. Golden eyes directed to the massive highlander from earlier in the day. It seemed he had been speaking quite literally when he'd commented that he had a fight to attend. A glance over his bruises - nothing too terrible though that eye was going to blacken in short order. Seda rummaged in one of her pouches a moment, producing a small cloth wrapped bundle about the size of a large marble. When Baer was just about under her, stopping to look around, she dropped the pouch down with a quiet warning, "Catch Red".
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  Seda Moui, the Huntress         Elisan Tar'Veil, the Pale Witch
