❝ HEY.  You!  Tell me if you see an angry lady with a sword and shield coming this way,  would you?  Maker’s breath,  what was her name -- you know the one,  right?  The -- templar or whatever. ❞  Voice is low,  a whisper designed to carry to the boy she speaks to as she glances around the corner.  It’s not that she’s scared of the woman,  oh no -- after all,  she had put up with Aveline breathing down her neck for years.  But if someone’s going to come flying at her for disappearing,  she’d at least like a warning.