The sounds of fighting drew Yorda out of a doze. Prying aside the sheet she'd gotten off a clothesline, she sat up on the bench and looked towards the source of the commotion. A group of strangers were attacking one man, though it seemed to her they were outmatched.

It wasn't a long fight, and Yorda watched, utterly astonished. This was like nothing she had ever seen before. Granted, you could fill volumes on things she hadn't seen before, but that wasn't the point. It was strange.

Drawing the sheet around her like a cowl, she stepped over the prone, groaning, and semi-conscious gang members as she followed the blond man out. How had he done those strange lights? Was he a sorcerer of some kind? Her mind was buzzing with questions. She was about to tug on his sleeve to ask when he rounded on her, grinning triumphantly and his hand raised. She recoiled quickly, as though she thought she were about to be struck.