[h1]Cyare Staunton[/h1]

"A pleasure, Ferrara." The Tactical Mage said simple, continuing to dry herself until she was satisfied she wouldn't get her robe wet. She did, eventually, turn to face the other mage again and regard him with something akin to curiosity. Try as she might, the fascination with what her former fellow tub occupant might have for magic remained. He was, rather clearly, not a member of any guild. Much too easily flustered, and by any indication good-natured, to be a Dark Wizard. The scarring spoke of some rather severe injuries but he did not seem  to be one for combat to any real degree. Perhaps they had been the catalyst for his training? "I hope that you find your compatriot with greater ease than with which you found the hot tub."

"For your own reference," Cyare began, pulling on her robe, gathering it loosely about her torso and tying it tightly around her waist. "My... business partner, and I took one of the few remaining combat-oriented jobs. Such things do not seem  to be your preferred line of work, regardless, but it seemed best to inform you. Given the natural cessation of the Magic Games, and the number of mages looking for work resulting, it is likely that slim pickings remain."

"Nevertheless, I wish you luck. If you describe your companion I could direct her as to where to find you."