Her charm and rational explanations gain your confidence. In a moment of weakness, you fail to spot the brace of daggers drawn at her back. The pair suddenly fly toward you in a flash as she dashes down the alley.

This woman has been an assassin all along. As you give chase, you believe you have her cornered as the tall stone wall at the end of the alleyway bars her exit. Then in one fluid motion, Elanna tears off the skirt of her dress and leaps into the air, bounding from one wall edge to the next, scaling the stone blockade with ease. She moves with an acrobatic grace and blazing speed you have never seen. As she alights a nearby rooftop, she pauses and looks back.

"The Guild thanks you, Oathsworn!" she calls out, her once demure Bastonian tongue replaced by a harsh Thracian accent.

A sense of foreboding fills your mind, but it will have to wait. There are more pressing matters you must deal with immediately, namely bringing order to the city and finding witches for The Keening.