Thicker than most.

[Grayell]

The Sentinels weren't entirely thrilled with people being stabbed in the street and in order to quell any public disturbance, they saw to having Celaena removed from the scene immediately. She was attended by a handful of guards and the same old man, who was quite clearly a healer. He was giving their orders now, demanding they take her toward Healer's Row. As the villain had left the scene, it was unlikely Celaena would be bothered again.

(Celaena, you are exiting from this thread as you are in no state to continue at this time. However, you will find yourself healed well enough to attend the House of Galena tomorrow and pursue your own interests. That would be your arrival in the 'Cool Beginnings' thread. Have 2 acclaim on me for your involvement.)

The guard questioning Marlena seemed flustered with her reply.

"Yes, ma'am. I was foolish enough to think that you just might have a little more information to go on. Please, don't let us doing our job bother you any longer."

Yep, he was quite frustrated it seemed. A public stabbing tends to do that to a town guard. The guards got to calming the people in the street and seeing to them going on about their business though; which left Marlena alone with her thoughts for the moment...

[Marlena]

Shaking her head, Marlena turned from the Sentinel. Having seen them taking the mystery girl from the street, and she decided she would follow up sometime in the future to find out what had happened to the young woman. No doubt the small mob that had gone after the crazed man would have caught him, if not, they would have given up and be returning by now, either way, there was nothing for her to do. Not really.

She told herself that she should return to the manor, the night had truly in and it was getting colder, but it took her a few minutes to realize that her feet were taking her in the wrong direction. Walking, but not towards home, lost in her thoughts, she had wandered down the same path taken by the attacker and his pursuers, even turning corners without noticing. The glow from a few windows and the occasional street lamp saved her from the pitch black, for which, she was grateful. In her absent-mindedness, Marlena could have ended up anywhere.

It seemed to have become a habit, this lack of awareness, and it bothered her. She had become too relaxed, too comfortable in this town. Despite the odd incident, this one included, she'd found Wistvale to be rather safe. Becoming the same, distrustful and skeptical girl that she had been once felt almost a shame, but maybe it was necessary, lest she end up the one bleeding on the floor one day.

[Grayell]

It seemed terribly apparent that that both the attacker and his pursuers had long since cleared out, leaving this street rather deserted - save for a few Sentinel guards up ahead. They had cordoned off the area and had it well lit, two at either end of the sectioned off area and standing guard.

The work of a Sentinel was not always glorious but was more often than not, necessary. They noticed Marlena nearby but as yet, had said nothing.

[Marlena]

Wrapping her arms around herself, the cool night air beginning to get to her, Marlena let out a soft sigh. Frustrated and still mulling over the events of the evening, she wanted to abandon whatever it was she was doing. She had no clue as to what her reason was for still following the road. The man was obviously long gone and would likely be on his way out of the town by now if he had an ounce of intelligence.

The Sentinels ahead gave Marlena reason to pause though, it seemed she would not be rid of them this night and that irritated her. It took a few more moments of taking in the area before she realized there were a couple more and that they were obviously guarding something, which only served to push her forwards to find out what it was.

Walking those steps to close the distance slowly, she didn't look at them, instead trying to see what they could be standing watch over. Anything of importance was usually moved if possible, not left out in the street like this. People were nosy by nature, as she proved now. The townsfolk would be all over the place by morning.

[Grayell]

It was hard to miss what the Sentinel's were guarding, it was obviously something of a crime scene. That was the impression most would get from the blood spattered across the stones of course, as well as a knife laying on the ground nearby, it's length covered in blood.

There was little else to see her, or 'nothing' as the Sentinels would likely put it if probed for any such information. There was little else about the scene that seemed important.

[Marlena]

Sighing softly, Marlena turned to head back down the path she had just taken, her arms wrapping around her body. It was probably late and the warmth of the manor called to her, so she picked up her pace. There was nothing to be found, not in the dark. Though her mind wandered back to the blood on the cobbled road and the knife that lay discarded.

There was too much blood to have come only from the knife that pierced the girl which was odd, but beyond that, the blood could be washed with a few buckets of water in the morning, the knife, however. There was no reason to leave it lying on the floor and guard it like jewels.

But she was probably over thinking things, pondering something of no consequence. Shaking her head at herself, she continued onward towards the main street to return home.

[Grayell]

She most certainly wasn't over thinking things, but without further investigation, the curious reason as to why the crime scene in the alley was being guarded and where Celaena was stabbed was not; would remain a mystery. Perhaps it was better that Marlena didn't know, as the truth can tend to be a hideous thing.

Of course, she was the very person in town to collect information. No doubt a Tryst member would be able to tell her more. Or maybe if she knew someone in the Vanguard.

At any rate, Marlena headed home on what was now a rather quiet and now, uneventful night.