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When the Widow's voice rang out over the crowd, Soren went still, eyes searching for the source of the voice. He could still kill her…but it was more and more dangerous to do so, the more time went on. The longer it went that she was aware of assassins in the audience, the more difficult it would be to get close. He still had not pinpointed which power in this room was hers, and without that, he could not drain her. There were too many powerful people in the room. It was throwing him off, his abilities automatically searching for the person with the most, the person with the best. Not the person he wanted.

He ducked back faintly, fingers slowly twitching as he thought. Try to kill her anyway? Or melt away in the crowd and try again some other time, when there was no one else around to mess this up?

He didn't know what to do. Stay, or go? Stay, or go? He pushed his power outwards, brushing it against the other people in the room and probing for the Widow, but without touch, without confirmation by sight, how could he tell which was her? He could not read minds, didn't know anything besides abilities and when he didn't know what hers was…

He sighed, and pulled his power back, shuttering it up inside himself. He could not make the attempt now. If he pulled at the wrong person's abilities, he would give himself away and fail in his mission, neither of which was something he was willing to do. He took a few small steps back through the crowd, gaze moving around the room until he foudn the closest exit, which he then began to head towards. His hood was still shadowing his face, hiding everything but the very faint glow of his eyes, and his pale fingers continued to shift and move as he walked through the crowd, still plucking lightly at people's abilities. He would pull from someone, if he had to, but the guards were unlikely to stop him. He was not the only one wanting to leave now, in any case.

After this disturbance, while many stayed, quite a few were heading towards the doors, disgruntled murmurs breaking from the lips of rich people with too much time and money on their hands. The type of people he was far too familiar with, the type of people he still hated. If he had managed ot kill the Widow and survive, he would have taken as many of them down on the way out as possible. The type of people that would buy a slave did not deserve to live. They deserved death, and as painful a one as possible.

Once he was out, he took a moment to breathe, moving over to a shadowed portion of the street and smoothing his hands along his sleeves in a quick, easy motion, meant to soothe himself. Being back in there had brought a lot of emotions that he was not comfortable with, and he did not have the time or space right now to process them, but he needed something to calm himself. While standing there, his eyes flickered about and watched as people left, keeping an eye for the Widow, just in case.