Watching the woman all but tear her garments to pieces, Azriel just looked surprised as she made her way up onto the rafters with him. He had first drawn a dagger to cut her down, though before he could throw it or make a cut an arrow wizzed past his head, cutting his cowl down and exposing his face. â€œDammit,â€ he muttered as he turned to throw his dagger. Though he didnâ€™t watch as it soared into the guard who had fired the shot as he started his way higher and higher onto the rafterâ€™s. He was going to have to deal with the woman later,  though he didnâ€™t know why she had called him a theif,  he wasnâ€™t the one who had cut down the Oaf.<br/><br/>Still as another arrow came within a heirâ€™s breath of him, he didnâ€™t think right now was the time to worry about that.<br/><br/>When he had reached the top of the rafters, he slipped past the woman through the hole in the ceiling. â€œIâ€™m not done with you,â€ he warned before jumping down on the lower rafters in the other room and began running along them as though he were on the ground, at one point using his momentum to run along the wall as wall, only to stop as a wall of guards with bows were waiting down the hall.