Felih nearly takes a step back. Nearly. He does, however, feel his tail puff up a little from the murderous aura that begins to surround the woman before him, but he manages to at least resist stepping back. After all, the woman is filled with a righteous rage, even if it is... well, terrifying. The way the aether swirls and forms around her does intrigue him, arcanist's eye studying it with curiosity, but it's quickly distracted by her crazed laugh.

"I, ah... why is it that Ul'dah regards you so...?" he asks after a moment, before his ears pin back. "I know only that he had several Blades paid to look the other way- handsomely so. But I ruined a good portion of his fortune when I set his manor ablaze... perhaps he no longer has as much sway."

He stares down at his feet. "During the day he attends to his trading posts, and is easy enough to find if you know where to look. But in the evenings, at night- he attends to his... black market product. And I've no doubt he would try to reacquire the pleasure den were it not for the way the others have armed and defended themselves against him."