Miriel flinched instinctively as one of the strange women threatened her with violence. She already knew they were perfectly willing to use those swords... she shook her head and backed off. "Alright I think I can take the hint..." she muttered, her mind still trying to process everything that had happened. "I'm going already. Um... thank you?... for saving me?..." her tone was very hesitant, as she knew full well they hadn't done it as any kind of personal favor. More like it was their duty or something, as members of the Silver Hilt, whatever that was. This city seemed to sprout more shadows and secret societies with every passing day.<br/><br/>And monsters... she reminded herself with a shudder.<br/><br/>With the cloak to protect her from the rain, she wrapped herself tightly and walked home as fast as she could without overexerting herself. Once she felt relatively safe, she sunk down into the large tattered chair that she and her roommate shared for studying and reading and such, but Miriel was not in the mood for reading. She could barely concentrate on anything... trembling softly as she held her head in her hands and wept out all the anger and frustration she was feeling.