[Raine hears a rustling in the next street over, the sound of someone discovering they've been robbed, footsteps and yelling in either alarm or dismay growing louder. Not unfamiliar; but not common, either, not here. She turns around, retracing her steps and going around the correct corner at a good clip. There's a kedan bolting toward her, just free of the crowd. Fleeing, not pursuing, by the glance over the shoulder.]
[Something about one of the nearby mana signatures feels familiar, but there are too many people for Raine to separate it out right now. She sweeps her staff low instead.]
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[Something about one of the nearby mana signatures feels familiar, but there are too many people for Raine to separate it out right now. She sweeps her staff low instead.]