The elder’s brows peaked, showing more prominently his befuddled brown eyes now, staring at the heavily-robed stranger with a questioning look.  “I take it then that you’re not of the Sisterhood, nor one sent by them?”  He tried appraising her from head to toe but his discerning senses could not tell much about her.  He turns his back on the female slayer.  “Dear girl, it is best that you leave this place.  There is no point in you in having to get involve in our troubles.”  It is at this point the Natacia became aware that several of the doors and windows of the houses have slightly opened, revealing worried and anxious faces peering out and having a good at her.  She does notice however that every face she sees so far is that of a male.  Where are the womenfolk?