They weren’t supposed to be here. A noblewoman of their stature wouldn’t be found dead in a dark club. There was little choice in the matter, of course. They were a runaway, disguised so that none would recognize them.

*It was... not the prettiest of nightclubs. Dark and almost dingy, with a few people still lingering in the late hours. It was enough to make any noble feel out of place. Scared, perhaps. The sudden hand against an arm certainly didn't help. The woman fumbled back in start as she was abruptly punched. It may have been a very weak punch, but surprising.

Arrus almost gawked, holding a hand to her lightly bleeding nose in surprise — and confusion.

"I -- shit, sorry," she murmured, pulling her hand back as she watched the bit of blood stain the cracks of her hands. "I didn't mean to scare you. You just looked... lost."