Profits, poets, and outright smartasses

-Sometimes, just sometimes when the light hit the odd drow's eyes, they could appear a hellish ruby. Perhaps this is what Ulrich saw as her gaze shifted and looked upon him as he replyed to Annabella. If not certainly the aggitated look upon her face was enough. But then again, what did it matter.

She looked to Annabella's direction as she spoke, and watched her walk away. And so she, turned in her own direction to do her own investigating, since she had no intentions of becoming a soap opera for the priest. Afterall, perhaps there would be clues to be found at the sight of her own attack. Something had to drive Mezalynn away, and that same scent wafted in the area. The drow might have also returned to check on their handy work. Not likely, but possible, and Sa'kura felt the need to at least check.

So she turned quietly on her heel, took up her sword, and walked away without a word-