The other side of the river is no quick ride to and from the Guild Hall, but neither of these women fear the impending dark, even here. "She aught to watch her mouth, then," is all Integra says - and while it's not heated, it's spoken with the acerbic certainty of someone who has little faith in her fellow beings left.

Presented with the sight of those crows, however, and someone unfamiliar crossing their path, Integra pulls back on her horse's reins for a moment until he stops. Her train of thought is much like Nuala's. "Where those bothering you?"

... Hello there, Allen. Whether or not he's used to being suddenly interrogated by strange women clad in formalwear and sporting swords, apparently he gets to experience it, now. Integra has on all black, including her gloves and long coat, which paints a shocking contrast with her pale hair.