Thinking about just trying to find a way in right then and there, she pondered how she could do it without being followed by the majority of the crowd. Sadly, the proper entrance seemed to be sealed off, and she'd hate for a bunch of looting ruffians to possibly take, or even ruin, some of the lovely lore left inside. As she pondered it though, the clacking of hooves drew her attention. Looking over towards the source, a blonde woman an a steed were walking towards<i>her</i>with clear intent. The color of her eyes began to bleed into the whites of her eyes, a gentle glow of red and gold. The sight of the magic around the two confirmed her fears. A magical horse and a divine aura...<br/><br/>A paladin. Scoundrels that just loved to spend all day scrutinizing tieflings.<br/><br/>Hugging Knowledge tighter, she found her face dipping lower, mouth hidden behind the large tome. She eyed the divine practitioner suspiciously. And when the woman spoke, acting friendly, the tiefling only felt more threatened. After all, now the human was playing the old "Good Pally, Bad Paladin," routine. Don't say nothing, don't do nothing. Paladins were bound by the law, so if she gave them nothing, they could do nothing and would get bored and leave... Hopefully.<br/><br/>"H-Hello." Her voice was almost a squeak, her curt greeting accompanied by the rough creaking of leather from her tightening grip on her tome.