Stalking

Speaking of perishing before having to worry about the storm yet to come…

Alexis‘s eyes narrowed as she traced the movement of the Brotherhood. What were they up to? She had not forgotten that they likely knew where the shaft was hidden. And that they wanted the hammer for themselves now, too. Until she knew what their plans with it were, and what it would mean if they did or did not succeed, the sensible thing to do would be to stay clear of them.
The sensible thing.

Yeah… good sense had never been her strong suit, had it?

As if she was going to turn away when there was a bunch of assassins on the prowl. As if. They were not on the way to have a nice drink at the bar, that was for dang sure.

So as a group of black robed men passed her by without as much as a glance, solely focused on stalking whoever it was they elected as their prey, they found themselves stalked in turn.