Syeira gently nods her head. "I know. I saw it... the decision hasn't been made but it is likely-" Her eyes turned to look just beyond Cassandra's shoulder but nothing was there. "Inside... now." A second after she spoke there was the sounds of someone running down the alleyway adjacent to them, making no effort to be quiet and subsequently, rousing the guards attention.

"It kills seven people..." She began to speak, her gaze unfocused and her slender frame motionless in the shadows that surrounded them. "One child... a boy who works nearby..." Her pupils began to shift back and forth but she continued to stare at nothing but blank space. "His mother is sick and his father is dead... but he doesn't know that yet..."

Something slapped against her senses and Syeira sagged against the wall. "We need to help them..." Only that she was struggling to understand the woven intricacies of the tapestry now that her anchor had been killed.