Valdaris rummaged through the three downed men in front of the alleyway door, Enjiope looking down at her shoulder. “It’s not bad,” she said with a grimace. “It’s more the pride than the body.”<br/><br/>Valdaris found little on the three men. Based on their clothes and the smell of their bodies, they seemed more like nobodies from the slums than anyone of importance, perhaps given weapons and an opportunity to do some dirty work for someone untoward. Their weapons were poor quality, and the armour damaged. But as Valdaris went to the half-orc that he had cut down, in the front pocket of his open shirt he found a leather pouch. Pulling back the drawstrings he could see a handful of gold coins—perhaps twenty in the small pouch. The half-orc was the only one among them who didn’t look like he was from the slums, his teeth were good and strong and the way he handled himself reminded Valdaris of someone who had seen some military service—even if it wasn’t anything as extensive as his own.<br/><br/>Enjiope moved gingerly to the alley wall, eager to do as he said—to find the woman who had set her up. “Some associate,” she muttered, taking the hand from her arm. It was bloodied, but not serious. It would heal, and likely not even scar in short time. She watched as Valdaris moved among the thugs, checking to make sure their grizzly work was done, and checking them for anything they might have.<br/><br/>“I’m Enjiope,” she said finally, standing tall—as tall as she could compared to him. She was almost a foot shorter than he was, watching him carefully, her shortsword still drawn at her side, a hint of elven blood along its edge. “And I … I don’t know how to thank you for your help. But I don’t know where she’s gone. We never met anywhere she could recognized. All I know is she’s a pontiff of the Church of Eldis. I don’t even know if she is from the city.” She looked down at the bodies and shook her head. She tried to think of why the pontiff would have double crossed her—and how close the pontiff had come to being successful in her betrayal.<br/><br/>She looked over at Valdaris then and noticed the blood on his thigh. “Are you alright?” she asked, pointing vaguely with the tip of her sword. Her voice was soft as she tried to assume a look of innocence. Already her eyes were looking up and down the alley, trying to formulate a plan of escape.