Ren had given him a few days of grace before she sprung her attack. She had spotted him from afar in the the hub and quickly made her sheepish escape. Bare days after her birthday she decided she couldn't keep up his hiding act for much longer.

Not unlike the very first time they had met; Seteth was grabbed forcefully by the front of his clothes and put up against a wall.

His assailant was a young woman in her early twenties. Her coal dark hair was short cut and messy, two bands of celtic tattooes on her forearms and she was wearing very modern clothes, a messy first attempt of a stone dagger hanging from her waist. She had an arm across his chest to hold him against the wall but she made no other efforts to harm him before that, leaning in closely to look at his face speculatively.

"D'you recognise me, Seteth?" She asked.