Cecielle was confused, to say the least, especially by the distrust of guards. Something had -definitely- transpired here, as to what exactly that was, though, she couldn't say. This orc, though, was extending her a hand of aid in evading the guard, even though she had nothing to hide, and had done nothing run from, so, she decided to go against her natural trust of the guard, and move with them. She avoided visibly noticing the guard as she moved with them, staying silent, though, so she could hear whatever the guards were discussing, if they were discussing anything at all. What's more, the strange bat-winged man who had appeared seemed to know who the orc was, so, staying with them, if offered, seemed to be her best bet to survive whatever was going on.

She had moved as unassumingly as possible, not really saying much as she was led into a blacksmith's shop, and then into the back offices of a blacksmiths shop, after which, she simply placed her leg against a nearby wall, and leaned against it, still trying to process everything that was happening, and why she, as someone who was just returning to the town to pick up her stuff, would have been targeted by the guards.

[color=FF0030]"If you don't mind me asking, and interrupting, sir, why am [i]I[/i] being chased by guards? I haven't done anything, and just arrived back in this city to pick up a few things, and make my way on my yearly merchant route. I'm just a peddler."[/color]