Sethi grits her teeth and starts to lean in closer at his harsh tone toward Chloe, but she holds her tongue.  His suggestion, of course, sets her on edge-- leaving Chloe here was out of the question.  They'd simply have to find another way--<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142244.msg6437684#msg6437684">Quote from: Kate on 15-06-2012, 05:08:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Chloe's lips thinned but she nodded her head slowly "Fair enough Titan" and rested one hand on her group members shoulder briefly and stood up from the table<br/><br/>"A distraction for others while you do do your thing I guess is what is in order" she said in a whisper, her mouth facing them both away from the crowd.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Her mouth doesn't manage to form the protest before she has to silence herself again-- her reluctance to comply is obvious, and her gaze flits back and forth between the man and Chloe.  What if someone makes a move against her while Sethi's upstairs?  How can she protect the sorceress?<br/><br/><em>Ninety hells and a bag of rocks, </em>she mutters under her breath.  Then, once Chloe begins to speak, she simply swallows the fear down and slides from her chair, keeping her head low as if she cares nothing for the goings on nearby and doesn't care who sees her leave.<br/><br/>As she moves up the steps, she tries to look natural-- sure, with her gear her gait is heavier on the boards than that of some slip of an elf girl or a diminutive halfling footpad, but it's more essential to seem unworthy of noticing than good at not being noticed.  She scans the hall when she turns the corner, pausing long enough to lean partly back and check the stairs for anyone who may be in pursuit.  She listens, too, for a moment more, for anything over the rutting couple across the hall from her destination... the darkness and open window are worrisome, to some degree... if what they're exchanging for is a high-value item, then an upstairs window facing a vacant lot would be a hell of a way for an assassin to get in and out.<br/><br/>Noting this, she dares not draw her rapier just yet, and opts, instead to silently pull two daggers from her waist.  She reverses the grip and carries them pressed against her leather gauntlets at the wrists, then creeps to the first door on the right, leans only her upper-body into the doorframe, and places her ear very close to the door-- she hopes not to place her feet into such a place as to give herself away by shadows.