There was a bit of commotion back there, but he had a target and he planned on keeping up with her. That wasn't very hard at all. She needed more practice at the art of evasion. She was fast though, and she eventually left the guards far behind her. She wound through the streets, taking a very odd route that seemed to lead to nowhere. When she turned toward the wealthier district his interest was peaked. They passed the estate of Ryk Handelaar, wealthy merchant, his other persona, as they followed Owl through the streets. The heart of the Wolves Den was under their feet as they ran along, and he could see newly chalked marks on some of the walls denoting caches, dead drops, and temporary escape routes. Where was she leading them. Then they came to the Beirne Estate. Owl slipped through a hidden gap in the wall, and climbed up to a room. A room he had looked out from when he was given a tour of the entire estate a few years before. The young Einin Beirne, only thirteen then, was not impressed with his pomp and swagger, but she had shown interest in the blades he carried. A peculiar girl, her parents didn't seem to know what to do to control her adventurous side. He knew he had recognized those eyes, they were the wrong color though. The girl must have a bit of magic to her then. It seemed that that adventurous side of her had grown in the years since that first meeting. He had seen her at many balls since then, though she never really seemed up to participating in them. She was a lovely young creature now. Her apparent disinterest in the wealth and flagrant debauchery of those in her social range spared her from his womanizing ways, but he had stolen a few glances at that peachy skin, and those kissable lips. Now he knew her secret. It was time he turned in. He had two meetings and a ball to prepare for. Chances were he'd see her there.
The armored man took a spill, and in the next moment he was flshing all over the place slicing wolves to ribbons. There was not much chance of pursuit, but the senior Night Wolf sent a man to try and keep up. Luckily everyone carried potions tonight at orders from Rufus, and they even had a healer nearby. Losing that many wolves to one man would have been dreadful. There was no helping three of the wolves, so they were stripped as all weak fools were.
In the commotion below, after the initial blunders, the guards had ignored the corpse and the small cloaked woman to chase after Owl and Jarrett. Good luck for the wolves, but not for Faelwyn. Wolves grabbed the corpse and the woman and melted into the shadows of the closest alley. After stripping Jessi of everything of value, his body was tossed back into the street. The knife Torak had left in him was kept aside. Perhaps it could be used to track him, or divine some information about the big man. But what to do with the woman?
( OOC: I'm thinking another thread. That way things that are happening here, now can still be wrapped up. Spirit has Faelwyns reaction to happen. Jarrett is running off but hasn't drawn a curtain yet. Only Torak, Owl, and Rufus are gone from the scene. I may have to respond to responses with actions taken by NPC wolves. But these things won't impact the ball really. I can't wait to see Jarrett there. Only Rfus/Ryk will know the identities of the other two. :P )
