Oh, he backs away... that...<em>that</em>is all the more suspicious.  She openly frowned at that, the pretense of friendliness dropped now, and looks the man in his eyes now.  His hair was the only thing not fitting the description, but his hands were<em>covered</em>in coal as black as his hair.  This was the man... but still, she wanted to be absolutely<em>sure</em>...<br/><br/>"Tell him I'm suspicious; he fits the description of the man in the market, except for his hair.." she said, her tone calm and measured, a bit stern "Tell him to show me his right arm; I'm looking for a tattoo..."<br/><br/>And for emphasis, as Lynia was finishing explaining her words, she let the claws form from her glove, slowly, carefully, showing how serious she was.  If he had nothing to hide, he'd show his arm and there'd be no tattoo, but surrounded by three dragon-blooded and trying to run... well, that was a sure sign of guilt if she ever heard one.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">I sure hope this works; it would be terrible if this isn't the right guy... &gt;.&gt;</div></div>