"My name is Jean. I was part of a traveling circus. But we got separated." she said, looking down. "All I know is they were headed for Soubar. From there, I can track them down. I'm not defenseless.. I have... skills. But if I had the money for supplies I'd buy my own! I have no method of travel except for walking and I'd never survive a trek like that without rations... Everything I had was with them, the only property I have is what you see me wearing... Please, I can pay when we get there, or even work it off on the way..."<br/><br/>"Now, now. Don't y'all be gettin' any ideas. She's stayin' here. And if you have any problems my friends and I will just put you down..." one thug said, grinning.<br/><br/>The man moved forward to grab her by the hair. She grabbed his chest pushing as she struggled in his grip.<br/><br/>"Get away from me! I'm warning you!" she screamed.<br/><br/>An instant later the man was screaming, blue-white flames flaring up over his chest. He fell backwards, patting at them as he shuddered. His friends quickly ran, abandoning the man to his fate. Jean stood there, panting arms still out stretched, before she backed away.<br/><br/>"You crazy bitch! What the hell did you do that for?!" the injured man screamed. "GUARDS! SOMEONE! KILL THIS WITCH FOR ATTACKING ME!"<br/><br/>"Attacking you!? I DEFENDED MYSELF!" Jean cried out. "You all saw it! He attacked me first!"