Cortia raised a brow at the horse, following his gaze. She quickly noticed the horned woman, a Tiefling, standing out in the mostly human crowd. Cortia had read about Tieflings in her studies, their initial links to infernal beings to boot.  However she was not about to let that colour her opinion of the girl, it was hardly fair on the girl.<br/><br/>Cortia instead just took in the facts, starting to follow the horse once more. A pretty woman, enough for the priestess to appritate, wearing fine and colourful clothing. The attire, plus the way she hugged the leather-bound tome told Cortia she was likely a practitioner of the Arcane arts. Out of the rabble of sellsords and thugs in the crowd, the Tiefling looked probebly the most capable alley.<br/><br/>With that thought in mind Cortia strode forward, arriving to the horned woman just after the spirit steed. She dipped her head in greeting, glowing golden hair waving gracefully with her head. "Greetings, I am Sister Cortia, I don't believe I've had the pleasure." Her tone polite and friendly to the Tiefling woman, a smile on her face.<br/><br/>*********<br/><br/>The last thug of the group, found his legs struck with Desira's whip, the lash stiking mid stride. He fell, going from a full powered charge against the trio, to a fall. His momentum carried him into the last couple of patrons between the two, sending them sprawling into a heap. He wasn't getting up any time soon, not with the angry attacks of the patrons around him, kicking him while he was down. This left all the members of the group Jack and Lea antagonised tied up or incapacitated now, a perfect time to leave.