"Hoho! A real, true criminal! Right in front of my eyes!" Though his enthusiasm remained, his voice had dropped to a whisper, only Helena could hear it above the roaring fires and chatter of the crowd. There would be no public reveal of what she had done. Upon hearing the sirens, he gave a sly smile, and began walking backwards, away from the scene. His movements were smooth, even through a crowd, he hit no one. It was... Snake like. "So what's it like- I mean, always being on the run? Or are you one of those criminal guys with the fancy accents, living in luxury? Though, your accent isn't really that fancy..." It seemed that the Monks of Tyal had some access to the outside world. Perhaps it was that their rules were not as strict as those before them, or they simply didn't care.