<div class="floatright">(http://pre01.deviantart.net/993d/th/pre/f/2012/195/c/a/legend_of_the_five_rings_female_samurai_by_phantom_cz-d579ozg.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Seven Words of Wisdom</div><div class="spoiler_body">Personal: 13/13 Peripheral: 24/33<br/></div></div><br/>Seven wasn't sure what the beautiful women were doing, only that they were following.  She had far too much going through her mind at the moment, though, especially with the imminent threat.<br/><br/>Her eyes spun to the janissary, concerned, but also relieved that things were about to begin.  Hopefully this could be solved rather simply, but it was difficult to tell.<br/><br/>In more peaceful times, Seven liked to hear every side of an argument in order to judge its merits.  She would like to speak with those who would start a riot, understand their reasoning and see if they had some valuable purpose.  However, there wasn't time.  Besides, often, those with the need to resort to violence did so only because they lacked the proper logic to get something done.<br/><br/>She folded her hands together in a bow, lowering her voice, and using a single finger to point through her own body to various crowd members.  "Warrior-scarred woman building a group of vigilantes.  Man with something unusual under his cloak who's been watching you.  A pair of men and a woman with knives who do everything they can not to watch the wali.  They intend to start a riot."  She straightened, expecting at least one would have noticed her but recognizing the necessity of alacrity.  "As it is written, an opened eye is worth a scale of blades."<br/><br/>So having said, she stepped away.  If her hypothesis was correct, the goddess would not appear, but only specific people already knew that or fully understood why.  If they were properly imprisoned before starting a riot, she could speak to them later and find out the full story.