Panthrix moved through the town square thirty minutes later, feeling thoroughly satisfied, at least for the moment.  The serving girl had gone on her way, her cheeks rosier than when she'd encountered the mercenary, a lightness in her step that the panther noted with a grin.  Now, he moved through the city, toward the square, eying the amateur wrestling match that was going on in the ring.  It seemed that the ridiculously-titled Orange Howler was at it again, the mock battle between he and the Puma making everyone in the crowd go crazy with wanton lust for violence.<br/><br/>The mercenary shook his head at the sight, his disdain clearly written upon his features.<br/><br/>As he edged his way toward the back of the crowd, he hooked his thumbs into the wide leather swordbelt at his waist.  He watched the 'battle' for a long moment, scoffing at the spectacle of it all.  This wasn't battle...this wasn't even a fight.  True combat was something that the panther excelled at, something he had made his entire profession out of.  Well, that, and an extensive network of spies and thieves who lined his coffers with gold.  But for someone to be so blatant in their 'skills' bothered the mercenary so much that he almost considered joining the ring to drag the cheetah out of there with his bare paws.<br/><br/>Almost.<br/><br/>Sighing, the mercenary turned his attention to the crowd.  As he studied them, he ignored their cat-calls, and the urge to mock them for their foolishness.  As he was about to turn to go, however, his lavender eyes fell on two cloaked figures, trying vainly to make their way toward the arena without drawing attention.  Smirking, the panther made his way around the milling throng of onlookers, towards the pair.<br/><br/>Coming around behind the duo, his paw moved out, falling on each of their shoulders, and spinning them around to face him, a mocking grin on his face.<br/><br/>"Imagine my surprise, prince and princess, to see the two of you<em>trying</em>to be discreet.  Does your father know you're out here?  And don't you have a ceremony to prepare for?"  He eyed the prince first, but his lingering displeasure fell on Leona thereafter.  She should know better, the princess the brighter and more responsible of the two.  "Come now.  You don't want to be here, anyway."