Filauria seemed dazed by the goings on, but the fire in Sophie's hand helped her quickly get ahold of the situation. Her eyes darted from her parents to the allies of her captor. "Help?" she squeaked, terrified.<br/><br/>Almedia, for her part, was simultaneously afraid and livid, which made for a volatile combination. "Get your hands off my daughter you<em>filthy little sl</em>-" She was cut off has her husband, no less concerned, grabbed her and put his hand over her mouth.<br/><br/>"Hold it, hold it. Nobody wants to do anything they're going to regret. She just told them it wasn't fine, and they won't believe us if we suddenly tell them otherwise," the husband said carefully and evenly, caught between trying to both restrain his wife and not make any sudden moves, "I can't call them off, but I can convince them to let you leave without any trouble. That's all right, isn't it? That's what you want? Everybody walks away and nobody gets hurt?"<br/><br/>The footsteps were louder now, more organized. Evan could hear the sound of swords being buckled to sword-belts and could guess they only had a few seconds before they were suddenly bursting out the rooms at either end of the shop.