As she walked down the darkened street, hand resting casually on the hilt of her sword, the Dark Lady of Dazaifu couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. The whole of Lazeria put her on edge to be sure but there was something in the air tonight that'd set her eyes roaming the twilight gloom, seeking a threat that may not even exist. She didn't quicken her stride or turn back towards the inn, though, as she silently vowed to make whoever...or whatever...was giving her this feeling suffer.

Turning down a side street in hopes of getting her stalker to follow, Saori slowed, her armored boots barely making a sound on the dirt path. A cool breeze picked up around her, carrying her scent down the narrow pathway as well as behind her in an effort to confound someone using that method to track her movements.

She wanted whatever it was to be forced into view, but pointedly avoided looking around, intending the appearance of someone so arrogantly unconcerned with the world that they wouldn't care about being tailed. That'd served her well in the past, driving away potential threats through intimidation or drawing them into open conflict on grounds of her choosing. Both acceptable solutions, of course, but she'd still prefer the latter to be the endgame.

After all, the woman mused silently, Anyone audacious enough to stalk one of the Storm's Blades deserves to be taught a swift and bloody lesson.