[Bryn hasn't hidden the fact that she's military back home from the people here, but she hasn't advertised the fact that she's one of the Council's agents. Those who report to them are supposed to keep their identity secret, to allow them to work in whatever capacity asked of them without arousing suspicion from those in their vicinity.
Still, it doesn't mean that someone here doesn't know, someone in a position of power perhaps, it doesn't mean that the information couldn't have leaked to someone else. She's not certain why she's being followed, only that she is. For the moment she's been letting them follow her in the rain, staying out in the wet if nothing else than to give them a silent "fuck you" for bothering her in the first place. Let them be miserable and wet. In time, she's certain she can get a better look at them and maybe figure out why she's a person of interest.
She doesn't expect a rescue, however. She's done this enough to recognize what it is. The man who steps into her path looks at her directly, with a sort of ease that's natural but...not without a hint of alertness. A certain something she doesn't have the words to describe but she's seen it in the body language of her colleagues and her father's guildies before. Offering a faint smile in return, she steps up to him and offers him a bit of shelter under her umbrella.] I'm sorry I'm late, it was a bit wetter out than I was expecting when I stepped out and I missed a couple turns on my way.
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Still, it doesn't mean that someone here doesn't know, someone in a position of power perhaps, it doesn't mean that the information couldn't have leaked to someone else. She's not certain why she's being followed, only that she is. For the moment she's been letting them follow her in the rain, staying out in the wet if nothing else than to give them a silent "fuck you" for bothering her in the first place. Let them be miserable and wet. In time, she's certain she can get a better look at them and maybe figure out why she's a person of interest.
She doesn't expect a rescue, however. She's done this enough to recognize what it is. The man who steps into her path looks at her directly, with a sort of ease that's natural but...not without a hint of alertness. A certain something she doesn't have the words to describe but she's seen it in the body language of her colleagues and her father's guildies before. Offering a faint smile in return, she steps up to him and offers him a bit of shelter under her umbrella.] I'm sorry I'm late, it was a bit wetter out than I was expecting when I stepped out and I missed a couple turns on my way.