[center][b]Rendezvous Crash[/b][/center]

The town was in a complete uproar when they arrived. Vologhn had not been expecting this. He had seen distrust in many places of the world towards their kind, but not to this degree. It was almost like stepping into enemy territory. He shook his head. No, he was naïve. They were stepping directly into enemy territory. There were bottles being thrown at him, but the sloppy projectiles were easily to evade.

How were they going to proceed with the mission when the entire town was against them? There were too many eyes in this place, and Vologhn didn't like being watched. He couldn't hide. A spider who couldn't conceal itself would let their prey elude them. This was going to be very hard.

Before he could even come up with a course of action, a bottle sailed through the air towards them and struck Bishop right on the side of her head. She reeled from the hit, unbalanced, and fell into his arms. There was blood pouring down the side of her head, and she muttered something before going limp. 

"Bishop!" he exclaimed, holding her up. Anger flared throughout his body. Vologhn glared at the citizens of Calacany, trying to find the culprit. There were too many people. It could have been any one of them… he should capture them all.

No. Logic made him stop in his tracks. To retaliate would be declaring war against the whole city. They needed to get off the streets, and move more discreetly through the place. Vologhn pulled Bishop into a side alley, where they had a small amount of cover from the jeering mob. Andre drew his weapon and warned the crowd with a resounding command. Vologhn motioned for him to stand down.

"Don't shoot them. How many civilians do you want to accidently kill?!" Vologhn chided. He examined Bishop's wound. It wasn't a serious wound, he surmised, but she was still unconscious. Had the impact rocked her brain? Vologhn quickly weaved a handful of soft threads and began wrapping her wound up. He lacked first aid supplies, but in a past mission he had found out that his threads were surprisingly good bandage material. Being woven out of pure mana made it perfectly sterile.

"Let's move quickly through the alleys," Vologhn said to Andre. "We can make it to the location Alexander had given through this road. I can incapacitate anyone who tries to stop us with my threads."