[I] I like it when people flee for their lives. When they do, I can give them a small amount of respect. While they flee, the only thing they have on their minds is saving their own hide. They don't think of their gods...until they find a place to hide. Then they become fools.[/I] 

These were the thoughts of Beatrice Fendbane as she watched a mass of people running away. Clad in armor, she leans her back on a building wall, making way for them so she could observe them. She's seen their expression of fear in the past. She had created it before, so it was easy to recognize. They are, at the moment, afraid of a killer. They're panicked running indicates a public murder.

[I]Someone wants attention.[/I]

That is the first thing she would think. Most of the time this would be the case. A fool with an unbearably mundane life would momentarily fall into insanity and do something like this. If it wasn't a person like that, then more of these fleeing people would be dead, or dying, or pursued by the killer.

[I]Or maybe this person is just a bad assassin.[/I]

She chuckles at the thought. No one would be that stupid. 

It doesn't matter anyway. This was a good time to take her leave from this city. With a crowd this large, the guards would have to focus on the cause of their fear. It lowers the chance of any of them stopping her as she leaves. 

[I]Maybe I'm just being paranoid. My reputation isn't that big.[/I]

At least she hopes it isn't. She can't stand being locked up in some sort of prison or dungeon again. Break outs are tedious, and finding her equipment made it even more so.

Beatrice dismisses the previous thoughts. All she wants to do right now is leave. She gets up and heads for in the direction opposite of the crowd. When she arrives at the scene, however, she finds a rather large group of people gathered. All of them were focused on two people. A woman and a man who held a blade to her throat. 

For a small moment, she just watches them...