The merchant jumps out from behind their stall holding a blunderbuss only to run right into Deisres's path. They shakily try to raise the gun to her, but don't manage to get up the courage as she calmly sets them straight, the smoke blown in their face bringing them to breathe in deeply. The head of the blunderbuss taps down against her chest in limp fingers just before the wind picks up and rips the tension from the situation. The masked guards throw up their hands and shout in an other-planar tongue as the merchant hastily throws themself back to unrobbed, unassassinated safety.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/29/b1/b5/29b1b527e567ff6e104d0b5391202cd1.jpg)</div>Walfaerd and Norg are not so luckily, swept up into the air and hurtled around. Norg reaches a couple of times trying to catch Walfaerd as they are transported, but her body mostly ragdolls out of his reach as she tries to claw her way back to consciousness. When they are set (perhaps a bit roughly) on the roof of the building, Norg claps his hands together setting arcs of electricity between his hands.<strong>"I tried asking nice-"</strong>Norg roars out, his voice perhaps a little shriller than a man his size ought to be, before Walfaerd is slammed into the back of his legs and he is tossed down onto the ground before the troubleshooters. He lets out a groan as he looks up from his belly down position on the ground, taking in the troubleshooters from another angle. The concern is very clear on his face, especially with a glance over at Walfaerd, but clearly the beefy lizard has also started to notice the short skirts of the mages, the tight pants plastered over Deisres's ass, and dragon pussy on display. He gives a little snort to get some of the dust of his nose and then mutters,<strong> "A TRUE dragon?"</strong>His eyes lock on Yva and a shudder goes through him.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b7/9b/88/b79b881e3957f8dd1e6df9101dd9a553.jpg)</div>By this time, Walfaerd has more or less woken up, laying on her back, looking up at the crimson star currently above the Churn. She blinks once and quick as a whip pulls her revolver again, only for Deisres to step onto her shoulder holding it. Her mouth tightens into the smallest approximation of a smile as she lets the weapon first dangle from her fingers, and then slides it away from her towards the feet of the other troubleshooters. Walfaerd takes in the situation quickly, her eye darting between the people gathered.<strong>"No, we'll talk. This is something bigger clearly and I'm not getting paid enough to get buried or sent to the storm or burned."</strong>She brings her attention directly to Deisres and gives her a long, thoughtful look over. Honestly, primarily a look under, if looks could snap leather pants the demoness would be fully bared. Walfaerd moves an elbow to half raise her body and then answers in a slow, trying not to be killed voice,<strong>"Don't hurt the lizard. Norg's good folks and this is a misunderstanding. We sold an old rug that wore out. Got paid in credit. We were coming to collect." </strong>