"Hanvall's men?"
The concept of humans belonging to other humans didn't quite register to the creature-- and while he had more questions than answers at all that his companion had just told him, it seemed he would not have them-- At a particular sound, his companion suddenly made a swift exit, warning him against killing before doing so.
Ariadne, confused as to why the pale human was running to begin with, merely stood there, quite unsure of what exactly was going on. He supposed he could try the 'not killing anyone else' that his companion suggested, as it seemed killing other humans-- even in self-defense-- was something that brought unnecessary scrutiny toward one's actions... if the pale one's reactions were anything to go by.
Thus did he find himself quickly beset upon by guards of the city, who, rightfully, tracked him to where he stood and began questioning him over his current state-- doused with blood as he was-- before attempting to detain him. This, of course, did not go well... for the guards.
But he didn't kill them. He ripped limb from body, shattered bones with unnatural strength, and even choked one of the human guards with his strange, slime-coated tail-- but he didn't kill them. Before long, understanding that not killing them was only naturally going to draw attention-- and further threats-- to himself, Ariadne fled the location as well-- darting inhumanly into the streets, down dark alleys and into darker holes.
All the while, a familiar woman hidden not too far away from the scene of the incident sat horrified at the entire show that she'd just witnessed-- Fearful for her own life, and the life of her mother, now.
