The burly Slayer ambles down the street.  He probably still sticks out like a sore thumb, but at least he doesn't murder anyone else on the way.<br/><br/>Well, not unless someone gives him a reason.<br/><br/>He heads in the direction of the other Exalted immediately once he spots them.  "Velius.  Petronella."  Son of Wrath nods idly to his fellow Green Sun Princes, before glancing about to check if their meeting is drawing more than the usual number of glances.  At least he has the sense to address them in Riverspeak.  "Been waiting long?"