Tamatha
He might have been distracted, but he heard Persephone coming even before her head popped back out of the window of the site she was burgling. The sack of goods came after her, and her progress in returning to him was literally hampered by the sheer weight and volume that she was lugging out of the place. 

He waited, keen eyes watching the surrounding rooftops and alleys below as she made her way up to his position.

He was grinning when she reached him. "You sound like you took everything he had," He chuckled, offering to take the heavy sack from her for the rooftop-trip to the closest safehouse of the Maidens halfway across the district. 

They met Jo there, who promptly expressed her admiration for the sizable haul. Before collecting the pieces Persephone did not want to keep. Skout had to encourage the budding young thief to give up more than she might have traditionally preferred; Persephone liked to stash things, and money seemed to pale in comparison to *Things* To her.

It was nearly dawn when they left the safehouse to make their way back to their modest little room together, but their trip was interrupted by a sentry along the way. It was a subtle gesture, a silhouette's hand washing with two fingers raised, but it brought Skout up short. He considered sending Persephone on ahead without him, but with the lurking 'familiar' feelings in his head, he wasn't comfortable with that. He touched the back of her arm, then changed course, expecting her to follow.

What the sentry had directed them to was a grisly sight indeed: the body of a young woman, suspended in the upscale market, mauled and gutted... And *His* Name clearly laid out in the entails. This wasn't a commoner, but the remaining shreds of her clothing making it clear she was of finer birth. This would cause trouble.

He couldn't get closer than the local rooftop. The king's guards had already arrived after the merchant's had arrived to begin setting up their stalls and found this display, but he didn't need to. 

He pulled Persephone back from the edge of the rooftop by the waist, frowning, his good humor from the night gone. Almost involuntarily, he summoned the sword to his free hand, and he was surprised to feel the nearly immediate sensation of another wielder nearby. "Jenna?" He asked quietly in confusion. 

The other feeling was not quite the same. A wielder perhaps, but not one attuned to Chaos. His hunter, and not all that far off. 

The hairs at the back of his neck stood at end. It has been a long night, but there would be no sleep any time soon.
Candelaria
Incomel left, joining in with a group who had clearly had more than enough of the grizly scene.

 As he walked away he cought 2 scents that he knew were familiar, but he could not place them. One didn't really elicit any response in his mind other than familiarity. The other one however, he knew that smell. It was... It was... He couldn't remember. He continued thinking on what or who they might be. 
And then it hit him. The scent he had been searching for. 

"Well little man... You're close. I suspect you've noticed my gift to you. Now the fun can really begin." He thought to himself.

He separated from the group he had left the market with. He would spend the rest of the day tailing the scent the his prey. He wanted to see what area the little man would be holing up in. 

And maybe, it would come to him what or who those other familiar scents were.
Marta
Jenna hadn't gone back to the Inn that night. Instead she took a page from the thieves handbook and climbed onto the roof of the building she had been hanging around during the day at. She'd have a better view of those who came and went through the neighborhood. Little happened that would have caught her eye and made her suspicious of anyone in particular. Most people had went in for the night, word of the murderer had made people want to clear the streets and take shelter together. There were always those men who considered themselves the bravest of alphas and continue to hang around the taverns. They were also drunk and stupid. 
"Should have taken them out..." She mused to herself watching slobbery drunk man step into a hole in the street and drop to the ground. She snickered. *Hope you broke a bone.." 

She did finally doze off before dawn arose. It was a light, troubled sleep.. Perhaps her mind had just been on high alert, always looking for clues and searching for the killer. Something had been bothering her since they had found Sam's body but she could not connect that tiny, small.. Piece.. 

The moment Skout took his sword in hand, Jenna's eyes opened and drew in a breath. 
"Skout.. " 
She sat up, shielded her eyes with her arm until she could put on her dark spectacles. Just as she was about to climb down from the roof, the boy she had spoken to yesterday was coming around the corner. 

"Miss Jenna.. " He went for the alley but she called down. "One moment!" 
She was still under an illusion and if she cast any spell, even her own innate magic, could ruin it. So she disappeared from view and found the door that leads down from the roof, into the stairwell and out the door. She looked already prepared to run, but unsure where to, until the boy yelled out. 

"Another body, miss.. In the other side of town!" The streets were already starting to fill and news was spreading. Small crowds were gathering to go and try to get a look at the new body. She thanked the boy with a silver and started to move among the other people, looking for shortcuts and alleyways to avoid them. 
How had she not felt him here before? Maybe she just wasn't concentrating.. She thought he was in Hell or another plane. He's been known to do that.. 
She ran to the square as they were cutting down the body, and looked around.. If she drew her sword she would stick out like.. Eh.. Like a drow with a big ass sword. She'd be cut down herself. She couldn't call out for him, and besides.. She still wasn't sure who killed all these people. It wasn't the thief. At least she hoped...
Betty
The day had been a profitable one in all the chaos of the newest victim. Strolling at her leisure, taking her time, and hitting a mark or three as she pushed through the lingering crowd staring as they worked to cut down the poor lass who had made a wrong choice along the way last night. 

It was a sick scene and whomever had done it was calculating, and admittidly a bit talented , to spell out the name 'Skout' in looped intestine. She didn't smell a heavy odor of magic abounding the kill either. Just the usual, blood and fear, permeating the area about it, underneath it all a hint of something else, hard to catch more than the briefest of whiffs only to have it snuffed out by the stink of fear. Well, it really wasn't of any concern for her, other than the fact to keep a sharp eye for trouble. 

Minx was sure this one too was tied to the other kills around the city, obviously. Whomever it was upping their ante with the nobleman's daughter. A faint Smirk kissing her lips for a heart beat as she was grateful she didn't have to worry of being high society in this moment. A little less chance of becoming someone's pen and scroll hopefully. 

Working her way to the edge of the crowd a familiar scent made her pause. Familiar enough that she would stop and turn, blue eyes seeking, growing wide and then narrowing as she searched. This woman she had not scented in years. Not since the tavern.. And it had seemed forever ago. Surely it couldn't be... 

Stepping to the side, bending to act as if she was fixing a boot and letting the crowd's go by she would wait, keen eyes still on the lookout for anything or anyone that may stand out.