Just like that the old womanâ€™s night went from only having a small bit of hope that it would not be dull to very lively. It has been said that there were people who were a lot more sensitive to the preternatural world than others, causing them to do strange things, being swept up in its influence, or sense things that the average person cannot. It wasnâ€™t something that was common, and she was always on the lookout for anyone who might be able to see her true form. Somehow the woman with the knife had been one of those people influenced but was unable to see her true form much to her relief. From what the old woman had gathered, that poor girl had thought she would have her volatile behavior under control under her new medication, he had been working on getting herself straightened out for years now.<br/><br/>How unfortunate that she would come into this particular bar out of all the ones available in the city this night. On the bright side it did provide some more entertainment. She was beginning to get more and more curious about this man, especially with how quick he was to react. There werenâ€™t a lot of people who would just react like that.<br/><br/>Moments after the event the others in the bar looked on, gawking at the two unconscious people as their quiet whispers filled the air, the overall atmosphere in the room changing completely. It was at that time the old woman decided she should make her move and take her leave. She stood from her seat and walked over to the man and woman, walking over to the man first, her long, silvery hair falling in front of her face as she bent down to check the manâ€™s pulse to make sure that he had not bled out already thanks to his wound. Though it was not a bad wound he had been drinking. She didnâ€™t want to risk having her new friend dying on her. â€œDonâ€™t worry about them, they will be fine. Nothing happened here at all, by morning this little event will have been long forgotten.â€ Her voice was quiet with a small hint of a smirk on her facial expression.<br/><br/>Her words seemed to puzzle the small group, they eyed her with that same confused look on their faces, but it was as she said. Soon, as far as they were concerned, this whole thing would be forgotten and they would remember this night to be just a regular night after work or whatever they were doing during their day. From her pocket the old woman suddenly pulled out a small felt bag fixed with a drawstring, a strange pattern sewn on the front of it. Muttering to herself in Latin she pulled the string to open the bag; the contents of the bag were unknown but what was noticeable was the peculiar odor that filled the room once it was opened. Anyone who took a whiff of the odor fell into a deep sleep, this was one of her many little tricks that she keeps up her sleeve, literally.<br/><br/>It wasnâ€™t long before the effects of the odor kicked in and everyone was asleep. With a smile, she put the man over her shoulder and just like that she unleashed some more of her power and vanished with him, taking him back to where she called home. Home was a small house just out in the suburbs. Once he woke up she had a feeling that they were going to have a very interesting little chat to say the least.