Clive tended to stray to the dark, seedy and gritty places, finding them easy to move through and hear little tidbits of information. His dark cloak hood was pulled up high, hiding most of his face save his chin, but he was fully capable of seeing out of it to his surroundings. He ghosted through the areas without a sound, finding it curious that a pretty young woman was also in the area.

She was obviously good enough to defend herself, which immediately made him think that she too was a predator in her own right. It reminded him of someone, two people actually, and he wondered why all the notoriously dangerous people that he had encountered happened to be women. A sweet smile couldn't hide the wolf the was under the sheep's clothing and he knew his way around such circles, having lived his life with them.

He initially kept his distance, watching as she worked over various others, standing to the shadows. She was good, but not perfect, no Knight-Class that was for certain. She knew her trade, and he could appreciate that. Soon enough he was going to have to start an assassins guild in this place to gather all the wealth of skills in one place so they knew their own territories well enough.

Yet, how easy would it be to pick off the competition? That heavy cloak and desperate look wasn't fooling him, so he watched because predators were so good at sensing each other.

[OOC: Don't mind violence or otherwise :| He might start it first anyway. Feel free to have at it!]