(OOC: Thanks Kalenel
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Anora saw the "guards" for a hot moment before a curtain of dark bodies slid in front of her. The woman quietly sighed at the pair of drunkards. A childhood at a winery had trained her to spot the influence of drink at twenty paces. Her sense of smell regarding all things intoxicating was even more impressive, but rarely did her any good save allowing her to discern a person's particular brand of poison at a tavern.
Evidently Dimitri's operation needed a little tailoring in its staffing requirement, or greater penalties for city guards who misplaced their armor and badges of service. For once, Anora was glad for the buffer of Dark Elves. Unwashed ruffians were not her favorite conversationalists.
One of the veiled Dark Elves directly in front of the dubious pair finally spoke.
"You have no business with us or the lady, and I am certain Dorvold would agree."
In typical Elf fashion, blistering waves of indifference were exuded by the dark retinue as they moved around the pair. They made a dutiful circle about the woman, their bucklers and spears deflecting the sun in white rays as they continued down the wide street.
Anora craned for a look at the pair as they moved, still a shade curious as to what mischief they might be working.