Mylanna listens closely as the Sunite speaks, trying her best to visualize the scene.  When she ends, leaning her had against the bars, MYlanna restrains herself, wanting to move to the bars to touch her.  She remains where she is, even as something inside calls out for her to reach out to the Sunite.<br/><br/>"A weretiger like myself is brought up understanding what she is capable off, and how to work with it, to see it as a gift and not a curse.  Despite it's size and ferocity, the element of surprise and silence are the best tools to employ.  You strike from the shadows, trying to take out the prey before they have a chance to respond.  You do not roar or growl, you simply strike.  In the wild, predators learn that the best fight is one that is one-sided and offers no chance at retaliation.  A more feral were-creature, one that was not born and raised with it, might not understand this, not understand the nature of the animal form.  Taking on a hybrid form is best used against more than one opponent, when strength and size are most needed.  That something attacked and made it's presence known suggests it was meant to be used to frame someone, or it was not well planned.  I would guess the former, given the rest of what transpired."<br/><br/>"They likely expected the thievery to be discovered, and for the death to point towards a known werecreature, me.  If it is one of the regular workers on the caravan, then they either used a magic item to conceal their curse from me, or they used magic to transform, otherwise I would have smelled them.  Lars would not knowingly do anything to bring me harm.. I have trusted him with my life and my secret for far too long... he is one of the few people I call Friend.  Few of the others that work the caravan have been there for a long period of time, and I can't say for certain that I really know any of them.  Even the other scouts change on a regular basis... some simply because they find me a hard task master.  The lead horse team changes rarely, Lars makes sure they do not spook without provocation, so that I can pass by them without alarming them..."<br/><br/><em>In her head, she prays Lars will forgive her for sharing the information with someone so new to her.  She trusted him with her secret, and he trusted her not to let anyone know just what he knew.  Such information could not only get him killed or arrested, but would also end his career.</em><br/><br/>"The only cargo I know the whereabouts of while we are traveling, are the food stuffs.  My sense of smell has little trouble locating that, even when it is all kept in well sealed containers.  Any other goods carried I do not keep track of unless instructed to watch a certain wagon.  The goods carried by the caravans have never been an interest of mine."<br/><br/>"As for me, I only went out when crowds were thin, and returned to my room before the tavern became busy.. between meals.  I took no lovers during my stay, so I was always alone in my room.  The only window in my room looks out to the Moonbridge and opens fully.  I cannot deny that with my training I could have slipped out without being seen by most denizens of the city.  I have no contacts within any thieves' guild, but I'm sure they keep tabs on secretive comings and goings..."