The crier’s spiel, it seemed, was well-worn routine he had touted many times before; and Valdaris was just about to encourage his comrade to move on when the ruckus occurred.<br/><br/>Immediately, his instincts kicked-in and he broke away from the conversation without a moment’s hesitation, racing towards the Elven assassin [whose features had not escaped his notice]. He remained silent as he dodged the citizens who were alert enough to move out of the way and unceremoniously shoved those who failed to yield a path. The Consul, he had already decided, was a matter of someone else's concern as it was unlikely that he would possess the healing arts for such a severe and damaging wound. No, he wanted the Elven assassin; and he ensured that he kept her clearly within his sights at all times.<br/><br/>Unencumbered, lightly-armored and with the aid of speed and endurance on his side, he knew that he would surely cut a quick path to this woman. And though he suspected someone brazen enough to attempt such an act would have a carefully contrived escape plan, he knew that his best chances to uncover the truth would be to get to her quickly. He scanned the path ahead, surveying potential escape routes and looking for ways to cut-off the assassin [Perception: 12 + 3 = 15].