Heart Of Darkness Dialectical Journal

An animalistic roar cut through the still rather cold air, just as a few instructions were exchanged between the men down in the street through yelling and shouting. The animal, painted with red color that highly contrasting with its skin, only gave another distressed sound and bucked, making the trinkets on him jingle. The men, trying to calm the beast, all took a step back before the shouting began anew, none of them paying any attention to the silhouette high above them.
Malik was paying close attention to the group of the celebrating, watching their efforts to get the animal to the streets for quite some time. His face held a neutral expression, yet the occasional twitch of his mouth gave away the amusement - or something that could be annoyance just the same. The captain's hands

"I think now is the best time," a smile graced her features for a moment but the woman's dark eyes lacked any mirth.
"Do the guards know you are here?" the captain spoke up again, following the dark haired woman's gaze - she eyed the group of officers in a strangely familiar fashion. Malik raised one of his eyebrows expectantly.
"They do." Lamia's eyebrows lowered as if in momentarily confusion at the question, but her chin was held proudly in a moment again. "They let me in because I said I was here to join your ranks." With that, Yasir regarded the woman in front of him for the first time. Her frame seemed delicate just as any woman's under the layers of the traditional clothing - nothing that would make him consider her words the second time. Besides; he did not like this woman's tone. "I see - well in that case, you should return to them and tell them it was foolish of them to let you in."
"Foolish?" confusion began to seep into the woman's face as she drew her eyebrows together in a frown. "Does that mean -