As the scene before her eyes began to finish, and the group she decided to follow began to depart for a location unknown, a feeling of indecision fell upon the mind of Anora.  While she was certain a moment ago about following this group, she had a fair few thoughts on what she would rather do than babysit.  She thought of returning to the tavern and spending the night in this forsaken city once more before looking for work again.  This she quickly wrote off as an option, the last caravan for weeks had left just this morning and it was a long hard walk to the next place she could find work.  And the fact that yet another strange murder attempt would drive those who ran the caravans deep within the grasps of fear.  She knew they would not hire just anyone, let alone an outsider, to guard their caravan now.  She also thought of just traveling back to her old forest, and living the simple life yet again but this too was simply brushed off.  She knew if she were to return to her old home she would struggle, both with living within her means as well as well as facing the emotional trauma she would no doubt-ably endure upon seeing her fathers grave.<br/><br/>And it was with a twist of her body towards the group, which had ran a fair distance in the time she was thinking, and a strong push from her hind leg did Anora make up her mind.  It would seem, to Anora at least, that fate had intertwined their paths which made the thought of leaving these random folks whom she had sworn nor did she owe any sort of allegiance to seemed far worse a time than anything else she could do.  But as she began to track this group, a ray of luck fell upon her as she noticed they were very easy to follow.  They made no attempt to confuse a would be assailant by weaving through narrow alley's nor did they change direction.  All she noticed was down the road, a turn here and a turn there but not much else.  And as she continued on the sights of the buildings around made her feel a little unease.  Whomever was leading them had brought them well off the proper areas of the city, here crime was at it's highest and the condition of the buildings were often at their lowest.  The sounds of the people here also differed from the cheerful voices that she had heard on the main road.  Here the talks of those whom were not gifted with a good life were distinct.<br/><br/>But her thoughts went to a close, as well as her running to a stop, when her eyes fell upon the building that they were led into.  A worn down, most likely abandoned shop or something of the sort, well off the beaten track for any guard to notice if something bad were to happen within.  This screamed of another attempt at the shopkeeper and those who had assisted him, and the only thoughts that flooded her mind now were what to do.  She drew a new arrow and placed it on the string, resting the bow horizontally, while she lowered her posture lower to the ground and slowly she began to creep towards the building she began to hear voices coming out of the door which whomever was last to arrive had left open.  The chatter was indistinct save for one phrase.<br/><br/>“Tell the guards.” And to this she let out a silent hiss, did whomever spoke these words have any idea whom they were dealing with.  Did she?  The thought lingered for a second as she closed in on the door, and she answered her question with a resounding no.  She had no idea who was behind these attempts on others lives, they were very good at what they good that much was for sure.  They killed important people, surrounded by their own well trained guards, without as much as a single person noticing until it was too late.   All she knew was even if they told the guards they would be no safer than they were at this very time.  And it was with this thought, along with her standing up, did she decided to walk into this conversation.<br/><br/>As she silently crept through the open door she spoke from underneath her cloak “If the stories are to be believed than the guards are of no help.”  Slowly she raised her face to get a look at the group and a noticeable scowl fell upon her face.  A couple of the people she quickly looked over reaked of a privileged upbringing and with that in mind she suddenly started to regret even following this group.