<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">Illian was moving down the streets of Ravnica, eyes constantly darting among the crowd. He was always watching the crowd, always searching. He didn’t know what for, but something told him that he should keep his eyes open. Then finally he saw her. Her stock of bright red hair stood out among the crowd, and she had an air of confidence about her that very few would have. In a second he recognized her as Ayla, and in another decided to follow her. His mind changed to it’s stalking mode, his movements doing their best to blend him into the crowd.</span>