Daeman had quieted as Aresye had passed not wanting him to hear her weakness. He was never looked down apon by others so it was only natural that he look down apon everyone else. He was a protigy in manys eyes though in other they held hatred towards him. She couldnt look at him yet she couldnt look away. She had been gone for so long and only got to see Atticus and his own face for a few brief minutes before the bloody massacre. She finally looked away from the dark elf and back at the woman. Her eyes wandered all the time looking at the people in the halls. Dispicable inbread swine. They shouldnt even be in the guild if they cant control themselves this much. They fight eachother and get punished for it yet they still fight anyways. What was the point? They would never be great assassins like those that stayed in their rooms quietly or never even reacted to such idiocy. It made her heart reel at the sight. It wasnt like this years ago. She focused her attention back on the woman. Hoping, praying for a positive answer she closed her eyes unfolding her arms and putting them behind her.