The Raven continued watching, and oh yes she cheered on the wild woman, whatever she was, whoever she was, it was always amusing to see the oppressor getting one in the eye, or the throat and groin in this case. But that was the least of her worries; as Gisella watched where the woman passed to and intended to get a better look. Well at least until the zealots’ or whoever they were caught her attention.<br/><br/>This was pretty difficult…but that was the way of a child of Raven, it was not handed on a platter. Already her patron had contacted her and it was hardly likely to make an appearance in public, so it looked like or seemed apparent that the runaway slave and the loons with voices ….many voices may have to be on a waiting list…<br/><br/>Well maybe on the waiting list…damn but there was so much to take in and priorities had to be made.  Gisella took to the air then, and decided to search for the woman, at least to know where she was so she might offer food and a blanket. Well that and find out what she was, no one else needed to know that…<br/><br/>However, the best made plans … the spirit had merely gestured mentally in the direction of the others that appeared to be gathering, after all it was unable to appear as the other sires did. Gisella recognised a few from the gathering around the slave market. Though of course she could only assume their nature, the bête knew she had to be very careful; frankly she had no intention of ending up as food.<br/><br/>Thus after another look about the area for the ‘slave’ and anything else of interest the raven found a quiet place to shift her form to that of a human, a rather skinny looking vagabond, with a somewhat strange manner to her.<br/><br/>This dark haired waif approached, she really was trying hard not to laugh, after all this was a serious business and from what she had heard vampires were mostly serious individuals and it would not do to insult them, at least not just yet. Thus she sort of loitered kicking up a little dust. However her sharp eyes were ever vigilant. For the most Gisella tried to go unnoticed.<br/><br/>She took in the languages that were used, knowing that she was not always fluent she did have rudimentary knowledge of a number of them. After all her breed liked to talk and share…<br/>