About the worst thing that could possibly happen was someone took an interest in her. Taking in the smells of someones journeys, was not a skill normal people could do, but one that occasionally had helped Helen. A man stinking from his very core of Eastern herbs, gunpowder and saltwater, had approached her and started to make gestures; asking if she desired to leave. She did want that, but not at the expense of him following her or taking an interest in her.
Why this secrecy? Helen thought to herself, Why did he not speak up? Did he want something from her no one should know about? Was he a hitman send by Lars? Or worse... a Witch-hunter?
His eyes that might contain the answers was mysteriously hidden by the shade of his hat. Before Helen could do anything, a woman's voice sounded, and the words needed little explanation.
Who is she?..
She appeared to know her, though Helen knew that was not the case. From a distance only one thing stood out: The voice of the woman was sincerely kind, not just acting like it.
“Excuse me this is a game, me and my friend often play. She needs me now” Helen said and made a quick curtsy at the stranger who had called himself Scorpion, before she moved past him. Lying was not a skill she did well, but though having spend time in the deepest pits of the world, Helen did know how to act polite. It all traced back to the fact that she could actually read and write quite well.
If Scorpion was a Witch-hunter he wouldn't stab her in the back. He would need to either kill her in private or convince people she was dangerous. So she didn't fear an attack from him in here.
The blond witch nicknamed Hellborn had made a career of dodging such men, and it was a long time since she had even seen one. The previous man had been left blind, mute and deaf on a lone rock. The battle that had taken place there had moistened the earth in blood.
The slight undernourished Helen approached the woman, who only appeared a few years older. Whoever she was, she seemed to recognize Helen without acting like other people. Even if that wasn't exactly true, she could still very well be Helen's ticket out of there. As Helen got closer she saw a slight sting of yellow in the woman's eyes for a second.
“Hi...”. Acting like a lady on the outside who knew Madeline, Helen quietly spoke. “Can... can we talk, in private maybe?”.