"Oh, I have a place nearby where we can talk." Astrid explained with a smirk as her right arm moved up beneath her cloak to a piece of cloth hanging on her leather vest. Within the blink of an eye, there was little more than a glimmer of a steel blade before the rope around Liaena's legs had been severed with one quick motion by the assassin who was now holding a clean, curved pointed dagger, a weapon she had seemingly conjured out of nowhere.

Pulling the now expended bolas up from the ground and latching them onto her belt, she reached down to grab Liaena by her arm to pull her back up from the snow; letting out a slight grunt of discomfort as she had to use her shoulder.

"Don't worry, child. I won't take much of your time." Astrid said, attempting to reassure Liaena as she gave the human a pat on her shoulder. Positioning herself behind Liaena, her right arm with the dagger was right behind the girl.
Turning Liaena away from the main street, the assassin began to lead the girl towards the side alley.

"[i]Astrid, is that you?[/i]" Suddenly came the muffled voice from the disheled Donald from the sock.

This immediately made Astrid pause for a moment, as the rogue looked instinctively from side to side in the street for the source of the voice; but there was nothing but empty windows and more falling snow for her to see.

"Did you say something? ... "

Astrid cast a curious look to Liaena, before smiling. Kathlin' merely turned her head halfway around to look back at her, the girl shrugging her shoulders.

"What did you say?"

"Hm, nevermind." Astrid muttered, shaking her head a little before she continued to lead Liaena towards the back alley.
"Who's your mom and dad? Are they rich?"

She asked, eyeing Liaena's necklace with a look of deep curiosity. Although it's exact origin eluded the assassin, she knew more than enough that the necklace far exceeded the wages of that of a common servant girl. It was a piece of jewelry she would not have expected to see anywhere else but on rich aristocrats, nobles or in the shelves of jewelry shops. The fact that it seemed to be of elven design was interesting, which in itself could add to its value.

Had she just kidnapped an Upper Class girl?

[i]"If so, it would be some nice ransom money even if she has nothing to tell me."[/i]