Difference of Vengeance and Wrongs (Open)

Rudmed gave Sona a wide grin, "I knew it! According to my father, she may have met him in his travels. He used to collect and sell antique that he found on his travels! Tell me, my father would want to know, how is she? He spoke highly of her as a rather adventurous women." He said excitedly , and it was clear that he was unaware of her difficulties, "You must come and meet my father! He would not want to miss this chance!" He exclaimed, "After you visit Grand General of course, no Noxian is foolish enough to keep him waiting"

However, the men around Rudmed and the Maven were no fools. The one guarding the rear noticed the tailing civilian, who after Sona's response tapped Rudmed on the shoulder and whispered something in his ear. Rudmed glanced over his shoulder and saw Draven tailing them, a complication, an unexpected one. However, Rudmed had a contingency plan he whispered something back to the man before turning back to Sona. Apparently he was not worried about the issue.

The man guarding the rear stayed behind as Rudmed and the group moved on ahead. As Draven approached the guard would stop him, "Excuse me sir, please halt. The Grand General himself has ordered to see the Maven in private, if you wish for autographs you will have to wait until she has some free time." The guard stared at Draven waiting for a response of some sort.

Sona let a sigh pass her lips, the only noise it made being a rushing of breath past her teeth. It was swallowed up harmlessly by the breeze. the man was obviously clueless, and for as nice as she was, she had assumed most of the world would know that she was mute. Especially if this Felix had managed to pick her out of a crowd personally.

As he spoke, the gears in her head began to turn slowly, processing information. She had not informed anyone of her plans to come to Noxus and had only been playing for short of an hour. Swain was well informed, certainly, but it seemed very unlikely that word could pass from the streets to the tables of Noxus' High Command and back again quite that swiftly. Especially if men were to be mobilized to escort her to Swain's presence immediately.

It didn't sit quite right, and the events unfolding around her did not seem to break her from her concerned reverie. She deftly wrote upon her notepad with a speed aided by a tinge of suspicion and caution, tearing the note free and sharply prodding the man in his shoulder to break his attention from whatever it was he had been doing.



The note was adorned with a swiftly added heart floating off to the side and as she held it out to him, she chided herself for so roughly poking him, fearing it would break the ruse.

As the man makes his exit away from Draven he puts his axe away. Draven hurries to catch up to Sona. "Hello again madam." Draven says as he approaches her. "What did that man want with you, I know he was not part of Swains' personal guard."
"I had reason to believe they meant you harm are you ok?" Draven says looking Sona over for a sign of injury.