<div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/Kadence1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kadence Hewitt<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Historian / Fledgling Adventurer<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tavern<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tiberius, Shenovi<hr/><br/>Kade had thought she was home free but of course that was usually the point when you realized you were not in the clear at all. Hearing someone speak up behind her, she spun, the book disappearing into the folds of her skirt. She had a pocket hidden there and though the motion wasn't the smoothest, her over all nervousness helped disguise it.<br/><br/><em>"Hey there, what's the rush?" </em><br/><br/>Her brows rose as she took in the male that had spoken, her eyes shining with purely feminine appreciation for the barest of moments.<strong>“What's the rush? Are you serious?”</strong>Her tone wasn't exactly polite but the back of her neck was itching something fierce and her hair was standing on end. She took a step closer to the male and whispered fiercely,<strong> “There is a naked man dispatching the local ruffians bare handed without flinching and you want to know what the rush is about?!”</strong>She eyed him incredulously,<strong>“I dunno about you but I would like to survive today. I've got... things to do.”</strong><br/><br/>A particular scream turned Kade's head before she could stop herself. Horror filled her as she spotted the rotund thief’s death at the hands of the strange pink eyed man.<strong>“Holy... “</strong>Her chest heaved and she turned back toward the pretty but delusional man.<strong>“Look. I gotta run. Perhaps I shall see you around... if you survive.”</strong>She whirled, her skirts fanning outward for a moment before she took off to the kitchen, pushing her way through the door.<br/><br/>She didn't glance back to see if anyone was following her, all she knew was that she needed to get away from the strange naked guy and to relative safety. She had no weapons on her but a slim dagger tucked into a garter and judging by the way he had dispatched those lowlifes back there, her dagger would never touch him. Funny thing was, she had no reason to think that the male would pursue her out of all the partons in the tavern but something in her screamed to keep moving. She wove her way through the kitchen to the back door and prayed she would make it out before that pink eyed... thing came for her.