Ioannes blinked as the Half-Orc passed them by, observing that her ears perked up while hearing the latter parts of their conversation - the unimportant parts - before she then stalked himself and Tirrarian as they walked back to the Tavern. 

[i]Was she an enemy?[/i] Ioannes thought, [i]perhaps an agent of the Magocrat?[/i] Thankfully, the lack of greenery in the city and the predominance of browns, whites, and black slate in Waldenshore made the Half-Orc's stealth less easy for her than it would be in the forest. Nevertheless, she was [i]good[/i], very good. Stealth and Ambush; Ioannes had been better at detecting them than participating in them...

Ioannes liked Half-Orcs; Ioannes liked members of every race that Giray gave a [I]Millet[/i]. And, in the brief glimpses he can see of her face, the young man can detect no malice, only curiosity with a hard edge.

"Hey, you!" he finally called out behind him. "If you're of good intentions you don't need to hide!" The Hellene/Girayid then smiled.

"I'm a stranger in this town too; why don't we walk together? Much safer that way, and people will bother us less." Ioannes was as open and honest as he can be, but he did recieve a pragmatic benefit to things; he got the potential company of someone who was as...out of place in the city as he was, and a potential ally against the Magocrat who was endangering the place.

[@The Fated Fallen], [@IcePezz], [@Lucius Cypher].