Searu held the urge to shake her head, never bother to glance in his direction. Was he really calling after her departing back to respond to her commentary like some petulant child? If he wasn't interested, he wasn't interested. If he wanted to misconstrue her observations for insults, that was hardly her fault. She hadn't expected him to care, which was why she left. 'I swear, assassins all have their heads shoved up their ass,' she sighed inwardly. They did love to invent the oddest scenarios in their head. Which she could understand, she supposed. Assassins who weren't paranoid tended to end up dead. Still, this little boy didn't seem to realize as an information dealer, or a spy as he so crudely called her, she didn't waste time on deals she didn't think would go through. Did he really think a lone woman would stick around in a dark abandoned building to negotiate with a half-demon assassin? She wasn't about to stick around for his background story, that was for sure. He did seem rather chatty, too, and eager to get the last word, which Searu was more than happy to let him have.<br/><br/>'Well, since this deal is bust, I suppose I'll have to skip town. From the crown acting so desperately, I'd wager war is on the horizon, and I'm certainly not sticking around for it,' she mused as she strolled along the market, occasionally stopping at a stall to peruse the various goods being offered. 'After all, this isn't my home. I owe it none of my loyalty. Maybe if I could have set up an operation, but Broodypants dashed that,' she mused as she picked up a plump looking pear. She handed over the coin with a bright smile before walking away, biting into the fruit. 'Shame, though. I really did like the alcohol they brew here. This kingdom has very sweet water,' Searu sighed as she stopped at a busy intersection.<br/><br/>A young girl who was trying to sell flowers suddenly turned to her, a bright-eyed face giving way to a serious line. "He refused. I'm leaving," Searu said simply before walking away, continuing to eat her treat. Even as she turned back, she saw the flower basket abandoned on the ground, the girl long gone to report to her masters. With a chuckle, Searu tossed the pit of the fruit away and tossed her hood up. 'Good luck, Spymaster. You'll have to confront Mr. Dark and Mysterious yourself,' Searu wished mentally, disappearing into the crowds like a fish in a river.