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Aeron watches all of this chaos continue to unfold, and checks a sigh. They seemed intent on moving- on exploring even before they'd come to any sort of agreement or understanding of who each of them might have been... After all, was it likely that they were just randomly selected by a well Blooded Gentleman with a fetish for kidnapping strangers from a variety of backgrounds?

Even as she thinks it, Aeron realises that with all the strange behaviour she'd observed in and around the houses of the obscenely wealthy, that it was entirely possible that that was exactly the kind of oddity they were dealing with- and the realisation makes her groan silently. Street life may have its dangers and perversions, but at least they tended to come at a person straight on. It was unusual for things to sidle up as one creature, only to flip its nature into something else. For the wealthy, though, it seemed that all that they did was lie... even in their normal conversations, even to their kin, and their friends...

Damn.

Quietly Aeron stands, reaching out to snag a few extra pieces of food into her various pouches before looking between these knights and mages. Well... whatever was coming, at least she was surrounded by targets who were likely to be much more interesting than she was. And that was something.

"If you're all hells bent on going somewhere- seems like the best idea is to go together." Thin shoulders rise and fall, a motion which causes the grey cape to flap slightly around her calves. "And it seems like the role of the Nameless Pauper is to follow. So lead on."