He looked at the man before him before him. If he had eyes, he would have blinked. Someone was eager. "No. You can go wait by the Finicky Angelfish. Next," he said.
The ruffians, thugs, and mercenaries that came after the purple armored man were boring. Some even tried to muscle their way through.
On the other hand, another participant had caught his sight. It was a woman. The bloody state of her cloak, hood, and everything just screamed predator. Or a stalker. Probably the former rather than the latter.
She looked like a predator and the ruffians around her knew it. They backed away from her like weak beta's before a strong alpha.
It was odd though. Despite possessing the exterior of a predator, his spell [Emotion Skim] didn't detect anything hostile from her.
But [Emotion Skim] did get inputs from everyone else. Fear was immediately "seen" by the spell, and the said emotion was at its strongest from those around the woman. They immediately backed off from her.
She was also headed straight for him.
If he still had a body, he would have felt the same fear as the rest of the thugs, ruffians, and mercenaries she gathered. Fortunately for him, he had no body, and thus no fear to be triggered by whatever she was doing.
'Was it her doing, though?' the scientist within him asked. 'It could be the cloak she is wearing. Or the blood. Interesting.'
When it was her turn for the questioning, he asked the same questions.