Katariah d'Keleshii Suleiman Saharkar
"That sounds.. very nice." Katariah smiled at Ameiko's offer to take care of her and Braids' wounds. With the scimitar clean, one of her hands is pressed firmly onto her shoulder, but a large amount of blood is still coming forth, and her face is starting to get a little pale. Half-listening as the guards recount their tale, she pays more attention as the actress and her male friend reunite. Although she feels abashed about dropping the actress on her heavily enskirtleted bottom, the woman seems interesting and imperious on her own merits. She almost winces, when the actress strikes her assistant and would have when she struck him again if not for the fact that that would almost certainly clue in the guardsmen that she wasn't paying attention to their tale of heroics and goblinfighting.
Making a decision, she turns her attention wholly back to the guardsmen, and steps forward, extending one hand to shake the man on the left's hand, looking at both of them but specifically at him. "Thank you, kind sirs. I'm glad that I and my friend could provide you with some assistance against these goblins. Your conduct in the square, fighting alone against those creatures, and the rapid response and success in driving off the raiders speaks well of your personal skills, and the preparedness of all the guards of Sandpoint." She favours him with a smile, and turns to the other, shaking his hand and smiling to him as well. "Well done." During this brief exchange, the unconscious arrogance and assumed authority of the noble classes, visible in every action she takes, blazes forth, and despite the fact that she has no authority or standing in Sandpoint or with the guards whatsoever, her actions are very much those of one with authority graciously complimenting underlings/those of lower status.
Turning from the guards, or letting them continue their conversation with Ameiko, she walks over to the actress and her assistant. "Hello there. I'm glad you're alright." She flashes a smile at the actress, some of the highborn authority that was rolling from her in waves previously still present. "You shouldn't blame this man.. Jeremy?... for not engaging those goblins. He had neither armour nor weapon, and those dogs would have ripped him to shreds. Instead blame the goblins, for attacking this peaceful town on a festival day." She puts a shoulder on the man's shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "You shouldn't blame yourself either. Here." Withdrawing her hand from his shoulder, she pulls out a wide-bladed dagger with a curved handle, sheath and all, and holds it out to the man. "I'd as lief I had a bigger blade to give you, but a dagger is no small thing if you know how to use it. When you have the time, you should come to the Rusty Dragon, I or the barkeeper, Ameiko, could show you a thing or two about using one, and then next time your mistress is in trouble, you could defend her." She smiles gently at the poor guy, and then turns back to the actress. "And for myself, I hope for your forgiveness too. I was hasty with my actions, and put both of us in danger with that crazy stunt." She smiles slightly abashedly at the memory, but then continues. "I'm very glad you had the presence of mind to get out of there, and consider myself in your debt." Katariah briefly bows her head to the woman, and winks at her. "And i'd love to see you on stage, once your play begins."