She keeps moving. Staying still is unwise, it gives a fixed position. Nor is her path straight-line enough where it might be easy to guess she's heading left or right. Malefor's teaching hadn't faded with his power, and she still remembered how to avoid being easily tracked. Asch is not going to find her easily.

As he's armed and has significant literal firepower at his disposal, that's probably for the best for Cynder. "Go ahead," is the response, sharp. "There's some people not so far from here who'd love to have an excuse to use all their weapons." She has no idea he's even a dragonsworn, never mind what flight he's beholden to! But she does know there's guards lurking and that they're more than happy to put their weapons to use.

She moves on, cautiously creeping into the welcoming boughs of a towering oak. She could leave, but she's... not going to. What if he was serious about trying to set fire to the forest? She'd have to at least try to stop him.. "And anyway, what Sanctum? Is that where all the purple people keep coming from?"

No those are night elves, that's a different kettle of fish.