Never a villain in your own story

The Consort of the Armada was peering through the stalls and glancing at any nearby nooks and crannies where her tiny daughter might be hiding. She shouldn't have kept the girl from experiencing the market for so long, now the girl tries to find her way in here and gets overwhelmed by it, and then she ends up missing for hours. Ignita tried to control her breathing with a huff. She leans into one of the guards and instead of hearing news of Selene's whereabouts they express their concern over a dire woman with bottles on her hips they recognized as someone from The Raiders. Ignita looks confused at why they would be concerned with the woman. She had several meetings with the Raiders now that had gone well, why would they be so worried about one of them? Something about trouble with the Fatalis family in the past.

She was more concerned that the guard was on edge over someone who was minding their own business. She assured them fine fine, she'll go talk to her, but also please keep an eye out for Selene.

She approaches the dire woman with curiosity, She seems to be looking for a place to eat her snack and not doing anyone any harm, "Hello," She greets warmly, "Someone has a ridiculous notion you might mean to cause trouble, but you haven't done anything so far, so I might as well introduce myself, I'm Ignita, The Consort of Armada. How are you finding the market?" She queried with a gentle smile looking up at the woman.