She carried it on her unarmored form as she took the time to navigate the back alleyways of Almund. Moving her way out into the darkness as her eyes began to slowly adjust from the light to a nocturnal setting.
As hot breath escaped her lips in wisps that trailed off in plumes of hot air amidst the cold drafts the mortal born wandered lonely thinking about the exchanges she and her friend Max had made. There was a loose end though that hadn't been resolved, her tactical mind still replayed it over and over again.
The one that got away and ran, when she gave a hand to help the Rusalka mercenary. When he fled absconding into the night so did they, she always had wondered what became of him as her feet clicked and clacked on the cobblestones.
Shed felt paranoid like people were coming for her, and perhaps shed been right as two men maybe three from the darkness loomed in the shadows blocking the exit it was a strategy shed seen once before. "Your the one, that struck my friend in the head with the cross guard of your sword!" The Mortal born was already in motion with a nahhh fuck that ready to escape, as she turned heel and began a slow stride then erupted into an all out run in the other direction as she was attempting to back peddle the way she came the clattering of foot steps following her in hot pursuit.
They'd must of been watching her and figuring out how shed been getting around. You couldn't call them professionals but they were certainly stab jacks or thugs looking to exact street justice after there attempted murder had gone wrong.