David
**Early in the morning, the next day**

The house did not change at all from the day before. The streets are empty, save for a Macen couple jogging in the street, and a family packing their belongings into a wagon.
Michael
*```

The smell of morning dew danced in the air, roosters walking about as they let out a cawk. Feuryfaye had her hood on, her long bow slung behind her as she peered the door of the house with her green eyes.

She had woken up three hours earlier, her eyes rid of any fatigue while she stood ten feet away from the household. She is currently waiting for the old man to come out to start the job, her arms crossed over her chest as she lightly tapped the floor with her right foot.```*
David
There was no response from the house for a while. Ten minutes after she appeared in front of the house, someone opened the curtain on one of the room upstair. The old man peeked out of the window, and waved at her from above.

Five minutes later, the old man would appear with an exceptionally large waistcoat. His shirt and pants looked thicker than they should be, and the vague shape of a blade could be made out from the side of his coat.

He tightened his coat.

"Good morning. Please keep me safe."
Michael
*```
Her eyes darted towards one of the windows on the second floor of the house, seeing the man peeking out of it. She raised her right hand, waving it slightly before dropping the limb back down to her side. 

She scanned the man's apparel after he came out of the household, her attention fixating back to his face when he began to speak. Feeling his worries, she replied.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure they won't bother you again."```*
David
The old man paused briefly before replying.

"Thank. You." 

He adjusted his coat and spent a minute anxiously adjusting his clothes and arranging his hair. Then, he walked toward the market district without looking back.

It took the old man ten minutes before he reached one of the market district. Empty stalls were strewn out across the side of the ship, with proper storefront arranged in a neat row behind them. There were many winding streets and alley, and the old man turned into one of them.

The alley was some forty feet long, and led directly into a spacious opening filled with cargoes between some buildings, another split was made to the right. The alley was six feet wide, and there are no people in sight. The buildings themselves are mostly two or three storeys with an attic.

The old man waited outside the alley, peering backward to ensure he cannot spot Feury in the open.
Michael
*```
Of course, she it's not actually promised- just used to ease the old man.

She let her employer pass her first, waiting at least twelve seconds before tailing the man. She was in a safe twenty feet away, her green eyes fixed on his form. If she loses the man, she'll just have to jog closer.

Ten minutes pass, Feuryfaye entered the a section of the market. Barely anyone is out at this time. She hurried her walk, her eyes glancing around the area before spotting the man waiting outside of an alley. She ambled her way to the wall outside of the alley, leaning against the brick.

There, she slung her long bow off her shoulders. Her left hand held the bow while her right slipped out an arrow.```*
David
The old man didn't spot Feury, and took a deep breath as he walked into the alley. He stood next to the opening that led away from the alley, and turned toward the left. He can be observed from the outside in this position.

A few minutes later, he started conversing with someone in the opening. After a minute of conversation, he turned his attention onto something else in the valley, and expressed visible joy. 

He opened his coat and reached for the gold within, and handed it to a young looking Macen man. The Macen man backed out of sight, and started counting the money. The old man stayed still, still fixated on the thing he found earlier.
Michael
*```
Feury peeked from the wall, spotting the old man within the alleyway; talking. The kidnappers are here, then. Her ears flicked as they picked up sounds of conversation.

Sure that this is when she is to intervene, her eyes drifted down towards her bow. She nocked the arrow upon the drawstring, letting it lay. She closed her eyes gently, inhaling the filthy air of the alley before she spoke.```*

" « Gar-, naeg, baur — Embrace of Stricting Thorns."

*```
From these uttered words, a cloak of crackling green covered the nocked arrow. With the bolt ready, she took another small peek.```*
David
Now that Feury is closer to the alley, she could overhear some of the conversations taking place in the quiet alley.

"That is enough, right?"
"I'm sure you have more, old man, eighty for your gal, bring more."
"We agreed on sixty."
"Eighty, I saw you carried more than sixty gold, old man."

The old man grimaced and furrowed his eyebrows, reaching for his coat slowly. Feury would not be seen until she round the corner on the alley. Should Feury reveal herself at this time and look into the alley, she would see:
``` A young, fit, bearded man carrying an arming sword just three feet in front of the old man.
On the side - A pair of young teenagers, both carrying swords.
A binded and gagged young, brunette, blonde woman restrained behind the teenagers.```
None of the armed men are armoured, and they were wearing light linen clothings.
Michael
*``` 
She pursed her lips as she listened in, her grip on the arrow and drawstring tight. Seeing this as a great time to interfere, she pushed herself off the wall, entering the alleyway.

There, she sees a bearded man near her employer; accompanied by two.. Teenagers at the side. And at the back, is the old man's daughter. Raising the long bow, she aimed the armament towards the one near to her employer.

She pulled the drawstring back with ease as an enchantment took care of such trouble, the green bolt glowing bright as the drawstring reach its limit. At this point, Feuryfaye is struggling to keep it straight.

Furrowing her eyebrows, she tilted the bow slightly to the right. She dragged her right foot behind her left before releasing the green bolt; targeting the band leader.```*
David
As Feury revealed herself, the bearded man quickly drew his sword.

"What is thi-" 

His speech were interrupted by the released arrow, as it flew straight toward his torso, cutting through his clothing to reach his flesh. The arrow burrowed through his body, collapsing his lung before coming partially out the other side, the arrow was only stopped by the vines from its back.

The vines travelled from the arrow and binded his arms, and he dropped his sword onto the ground feebly.

"...Gu... Urgh.." He was struggling to speak, as blood gushed forth from his wound, the man fell down, unable to move as he bled out.

"Ambush!?" The two other young man drew their sword, and then looked toward their hostage, followed by the elf and the old man. The old man reached for the bearded man's sword, picking it up with remarkably nimbleness for his age.

One of the young man guarding the daughter immediately held his sword to the daughter's neck.

"Don't do anything funny!"
Michael
*```
Feuryfaye cursed at herself from the outcome of her swing, lowering her armament down. It seems she picked the wrong time to intervene— should have waited for them to hand over the daughter first.

Only the teenagers are left. A shame the one died. With the bandit using the girl as a body-shield, the Archer couldn't get a clear shot with her bow. With her bow aimed down, she frowned at the pair before speaking.

"Please,"

She doubt the two would listen to her. She slipped out another from the quiver behind her, her eyes still fixated on the two; more specifically the boy holding the girl hostage.

"Release her, and I won't bother you two."```*
David
The old man seems to be quite nervous, and lowered his sword, pointing at the ground. Clearly, he did not like the idea of his daughter having a sword to her throat.

The two teenagers weren't too intent on continuing, and looked around the opening for an exit - it happens that there was another alley way leading away from this opening, where the hostage takers seems to have came from.

They stood up, with one of the teenager grabbing the woman by the waist and yanking her back, while the other kept their sword ready. They backed off toward the other alleyway. They don't seems intent on giving up their human shield.
Michael
*```
Feury watched the two scurry off, tapping the side of the arrowhead against her leg. She'll wait for them to run off.

She glanced at the old man before returning her attention back to the two teenagers. She took four steps back, her left hand still taking hold of the bow while the opposite had an arrow. She could do nothing but wait for the moment.```*
David
The teenagers continued to back off, until they were sure they were safe. Then, once they backed off some ten feets into the alley, they looked at eachother, nodded, then ran backward. 

In the hurry of the moment, one of the teenager left a shallow cut on her neck as they ran backward. Now it is up to Feury to do something. Or nothing, as the old man seems to be rushing to his daughter.
Michael
*```
Feury, rather than rushing forward, walked towards the wall of the alleyway. She slung the long bow around her shoulders, sliding the arrow back inside the quiver.

She set a foot on the wall, then a hand on one of the bricks poking out of the wall. With a grip on the wall, she hauled herself up before placing her free hand on the surface. She stretched out her left hand and leg up against the wall, hauling herself up with ease.

Only seven seconds pass before she finally reached the roof of the building, her eyes darting down at the two teenagers fleeing the area. If she had waited for a few more seconds- after they delivered the girl, this wouldn't have happened.

Slinging the bow off her shoulders, she took five steps back on the sloped roof before sprinting forwards. As she reached the edge, she bent her right leg before jumping forward; reaching the neighboring building. There, she began tailing the remaining bandits,```*
David
From Feury's vantage point it was clear that the teenagers were running toward the slum district of the city. The seas of well-built buildings, interrupted by occasional orderly, large squares were replaced by denser and more disorderly building in the direction they were running at.

Her preys was unaware that they were being stalked from above, and continued running away. By the time Feury reached the roof, they would be at the end of the alley, then they looked back to see Feury and the old man gone. 

"Let's go back home." They continued their run, running into yet another long, meandering alley. A hundred feet away was another market square that was devoid of people. Feury could follow them there quite easily.