Frances
*Terrel held the gaze for a long while, studying the tension in his own body language that didn't fall far from that of what Terrel could make out of him in the darkness. He was definitely running from something, though as he suddenly dashed off and rounded a bend, the sound of hooves that followed seemed to answer any question that could have come from it. His wolf barked and snapped at the horse that ran past, growling at those nearby from the over stimulation before Terrel whistled him back to attention. The wolf looked back at him for a brief moment and, as the sound of horses grew louder, he uttered two words to him:*"Uri... Nügch..."(scatter... Distract...).*The wolf took a short pause, soon turning tail and running off into the small crowd, letting out a series of barks as it went and causing people to jump in trying to get away from the wolf suddenly running about. 

Terrel turned away from the mild chaos, slipping his way down the alley the man had once vanished into and peering into the gloom as he stared down at the person huddled away from view of what Terrel could only assume was whatever it was that was chasing him. The Elf brought a finger up to what could be seen if his mouth, signifying silence. He listened out for the sound of barking, hearing it grow more and more distant with a rising pounding of hooves that followed. Listening, listening until it was barely heard over the rumbling of thunder. He eventually returned his focus back to the man, his body growing still yet he stood firm in the place of the person's one exit.*
Van
*Alaric's clear eyes flew toward the end of the alley when he heard the barking of the wolf he had seen a few moments ago, the fear of being discovered had increased even more. Was the canine pointing out the place where he had hidden? His expression tensed a little more at the thought that he would have to get ready to run away again, somehow. The elf's simple sign in his direction made him immobile for a few seconds, uncertain whether the man was a salvation or another problem in his stormy night. As the confusion behind the mysterious figure slowly ceased, the Macen stepped cautiously away from the wall and took two steps toward the light. Terrel could see a few features of the man in the dim light, such as a few spots on his face, wavy hair, and a cut on his left eyebrow with some blood already washed out by the rain. However, it was apparent that he was no ordinary thief or peasant given the clothes he was wearing.*

"Who are you?" *He asked with a little hesitation as he maintained his defensive posture with one foot back. One hand was near his waist while the other gloved hand was in front of his body, as if asking the elf not to come close. "Listen, I- They want to get the wrong person." That was certainly a lie, although no explicit sign indicated that. *
Frances
"Your lord and savior."*He said sarcastically in answer of the man, the irritability from both the rain and unexpected run in showing quite clear despite the mask he wore. The Elf didn't seem to care much of the man's excuse for getting chased down. Every other person these days somehow ended up on the wrong side of the law, yet only the amateurs can cause this much commotion especially for something that was supposedly not their own fault. He eyed the man, watching his body language showing warning of not drawing any closer to him. The Elf wasn't planning on it, though the man thinking he stood a better chance with the Elf than the guards that chased him made it all the more tempting. There was clearly something different about him compared to most others that ended up in these kinds of situations, but the Elf could only let out an eventual scoff from the man reminding him of a thief he knew all too well. As far as bad heists went anyways.*

"If you're looking to attack me, I can assure you that more things will come after you than just those guards which will end far worse than if I were to hit simply throw you back out there. You're not any more trustworthy than I am, but I can assume that you wouldn't want to take your chances with them again, would you?"*He questioned, tilting his head back the way they had originally entered. It only took one word and this man was as good as trapped in the own hole he had managed to dig himself in. Terrel had his fair share of helping out criminals, though even if this man was as innocent as he claimed to be, the law probably deemed him otherwise by now after chasing him all around the city streets.*
Van
*Alaric's expression seemed to change subtly at his stranger's unexpected response, adjusting his posture to a firmer, taller one. An itch in his ear told him that the elf seemed more of a problem than really a help. The string of bad decisions he had made so far would be funny if he were not the protagonist of this whole mess.* "There is no lord or savior, but good try." *He replied with a tone of humor in his speech before running one hand over the bruise and then up toward the wet strands of hair. His eyes blinked a few times with the drops of water still falling down his face annoyingly, in the end facing the masked elf again. His mind thought of various possibilities of how this meeting might end, most of them ending with him being sentenced to death. He pushed the voices speaking in his head to the back of his mind and turned his attention back to the man's words.*

"I don't want to attack you, I just want to get out of this place." *He sighed in frustration, eyes widening slightly as he watched the elf move toward the outside of the alley.* "If you were really going to call them, you wouldn't send the dog there." *He said with a firm tone just before thunder took the skies again, his eyebrows furrowed slightly with a mixture of irritation and frustration. The horse behind him seemed agitated by the noise of the rain and lightning that was far from ceasing that night.*
Frances
*The Silnari let out a low chuckle at his words. At least he had some humor in him despite the situation. Terrel could get around that. The Silnari turned away from him, unflinching at the next strike of lightning that came crashing down. He took the time to briefly look around. Some of the crowd remained startled by the event while others must have retreated away from the rain and chaos. No guard in sight. The coast seemed clear for now.*"Then we best get moving again, don't you think?"*He asked back to the man in a lighter tone. It was a suggestion of the Elf helping him, but one thing Terrel learned on his travels was the fragility of bringing someone along with him. Some ended worst than other, but considering he was still alive, Terrel figured he didn't have to worry too much on it. Besides, the man could always make a run for it and, at that point, he'd no longer be a problem of the Silnari's. He stood by the exit of the alleyway, moving just to the side as if to give him the choice of running off again or waiting until Terrel made the next move. His gaze remained on the man for time being, a small glimmer of amusement crossing what could be seen of his face.*
Van
*For a second, a quick moment, the ghost of surprise set over the Macen's face. He still had his doubts about the elf, but the clear sign of assistance coming from him left Alaric somewhat surprised. He let out a small sigh as he heard the words, unrecognizable in the rain, as if he had been holding his breath all this time. One corner of his lips curved up in relief and satisfaction at the feeling that they were doing something crazy. The elf's actions at the very least made him wonder if he might have committed a crime himself or if he had ever met a criminal before he met Alaric. It didn't matter anyway, and it wasn't time to think about it. The man stared at the eyes behind the mask for a moment as he saw the space for him to leave with his mount. Without even thinking, he took the reins of the horse he had stolen and led it toward his unknown helper, not getting close enough to be seen by anyone nearby. No words were spoken, but from his expression, Terrel could be sure of his choice.*
Frances
*A mischievous smirk crossed the Silnari's face. He was starting to enjoy this. Turning away from the man once more, he peered out at the streets before soon slinking out from the alleyway and darting his way along the buildings. Despite his large frame and colorfully damp attire, the Silnari moved quite agilely across the wet streets. He ran with the sound of thunder, stopping only as the sound faded for too long before the storm returned a signal to keep moving again. From the looks of it, it appeared like he was heading off towards the gates of the city, not once bothering to check back to make sure the Macen was still following. It seemed like if Alaric was going to want to stick with him, he was going to have to find a way to keep up with the Silnari lest he risked behind left behind.*