The sounds of Anora’s soft footsteps quietly echoed off the nearby wall as Anora slowly made her way down the alley.  She still felt a strange feeling as if something was amiss in the region, like a strong urge in her gut to run away.  Could it have been some bad food from the night before?  Maybe, but she felt like something was not as it should.  Her head turned slightly to the right, pointing her ear back down the way she came, carefully waiting for whomever or whatever was causing her to feel is way to appear.  Yet she found herself at a standing still  mere fifteen feet along in the alley way waiting for someone that was until now not showing their face.  Further turning her head, Anora now watched back out of the corner of her eyes.  She caught a couple people passing by, the type of persons to be walking from shop to shop watching for that insane deal that they needed to buy, yet no one that she saw would warrant this kind of feeling.  But then she felt her mouth suddenly dry out, and her heart skip a beat, as he saw a small group of hooded people walking into the blacksmiths shop.  Each carrying what appeared to be a golden medallion.<br/><br/>Anora turned her body all the way back around towards the way she came.  Her eyes grew wide, both with a small amount of fear but more so out of surprise.  Here she was, questioning random people about these golden medallions and here come some folk wearing such jewelry.  She never believed in coincidences, and she figured that they somehow knew that someone around there was asking about them, and they had come to silence their voices like they did to so many others already.  Whatever happened inside was a result of her actions, the fate of those customers inside were slowly being pulled along the strings of death.  So with one quick motion, Anora grabbed her bow off her back and readied an arrow just in case things went bad inside.<br/><br/>Slowly creeping towards the end of the alleyway, she saw another figure approach the blacksmiths shop though this one was not the same as those inside.  She attempted to make out the details of this new person, but before she could a fight broke out inside.  Instinctualy she pulled the arrow, and with it the string, back while she aimed in.  Though she had no shot, as she could hardly make out anyone inside that shop, she let the arrow rest against her cheek for just a quick second before she saw the fight was over shortly after it began.  Two of these hooded folk were all that made, one hurt badly and one hurt even worse.  Yet she heard one of the people fighting these hooded people shout out that they needed to run, because anyone who fought these hooded folk soon found themselves among the dead.  Anora decided to tail the group, while not in site she would keep close on their tail and provide assistance when she could.