The moment Alice began to protest and struggle against the cultists, everyone around them moved into a much more ready stance. The man in the suit simply held up a hand for them to slow down just a little bit. He moved the moment that the girl began to stumble, a hand lightly being placed on her upper back to keep her from getting too close. Despite what she was saying, he would not be too careless as to let her set off anything that required her to be in his immediate area. The female leader, however was quick to speak before the man in the suit could properly assess the girl backing away from him. His eyes flicked to the woman and heard her claim. It was cute, her trying to ensure that this one stayed with them. However, what both of them spoke still worked into his favor.<br/><br/>"If she is a Conduit, then she is now my property, as you are all within my territory, attempting to wrong me," Emlyn said. "Simply the laws of the land, is it not?" Emlyn's free hand twitched slightly, and the winged being above let loose a small barrage of light. Some of the projectiles dug into the woman leader's skin, while others wrapped around her arms, forcing her to stop trying to take the cloak from the girl. The ones that dug into her skin wriggled whenever the woman struggled, and the bindings tightened around her arms. "But if she is from another dimension, she has touched down in my territory, which means she is to be in my care until I find a proper use or path to return by," the man said as he quickly closed the small distance between himself and Alice. His hand fell on her shoulder and turned her around to face him before shooting up and gently but firmly grabbing her chin to keep her face in his direction.<br/><br/>After a moment of inspecting the girl, the man spoke. "Take the rest and bring them to Hadrian," the man said to his forces. "This one is coming with us." The man in the suit moved his hand back to her shoulder as his men flooded past them, collecting the cultists before any of them could reach for the discarded weapons. The man in the suit seemed to be done with the matter and stepped to the side. "Whether your are Conduit or not, I expect you would like to be somewhere less... confrontational?" Emlyn said, gesturing toward the alleyway he had come from, where as if on cue, a carriage pulled up waiting for them. "Besides, I have seen the desperation you displayed in other women about to be stripped of their own coverings, and I am certain my tailor would not mind spell stitching something for you to wear that isn't as... drafty as a cloak."