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Pythia Nsiferum sat in silence in a corner of the The Smiling Parrot, a scowl firmly placed upon her face as she held a book in her right hand; casually reading the texts while the commotion and antics of the rustic tavern that she and the rest of the Cloud Chasers currently occupied. Despite her displeasure in the antics of her fellow guild members, Pythia knew fully well that for them it couldn’t be helped, especially considering the happenings of the festival to account for her comrades to act even more exuberant than usual— but it didn’t stop the fact that Pythia thought it was innately and absolutely [i]stupid[/i]. 

[color=E3485D][i]I’m surrounded by idiots.[/i][/color]

A light breath left her as she looked up from her book to look at the people around her. She hated parties and noise, but still holding up away from everything would’ve been largely unproductive, especially if something important needed to be done. At the end of it Pythia was a member of a [i]guild[/i] and she knew that isolating herself would be an action of greater stupidity than what her comrades were indulging in. Her eyes moved back to her book briefly as she addressed the other girl at her table, Sania Belchardt, in a small attempt to seem sociable. After all, she was one of the few friends Pythia had in the guild; a curious reality given that even after nearly seven years as a member of it she had made more rivals and opponents than allies and companions. True as it was, Pythia preferred it that way. It made distrusting people easier.

[color=E3485D]“Sania. What do you think of all of this?”[/color]

The teal-haired girl bit her lip for a moment, [color=6AA07E]“O-Oh you know, it’s a festival. I’m sure it’ll be fun soon?”[/color]

Pythia didn’t really like the sentiment that they came to York to amuse themselves— morale could be made enjoyable on the ship, away from the immediate threat of any stalking individuals who had loyalty to the Librarium. In her mind it was dangerous to goof off and entertain themselves in such a large group when they hadn’t even gotten their objective done. A large group of Cloud Chaser’s may have presumed safety in numbers, but Pythia had witnessed firsthand what only one Librarium agent could do. A sentiment she had sworn to never forget.

[color=E3485D]“We aren’t here to have fun.”[/color]

[color=6AA07E]“That’s true… but I’m sure we’ll be safe here. We won’t be here long, right?”[/color]

There was a slight pause.

[color=E3485D]“It would be smart for us to get done and get out.”[/color]