"I suppose that depends on the job, doesn't it?"

Trinity only stopped playing when the woman dismissed her. The young lady would send away her instrument and stand, responding "no, no, I won't bother you all any further. I can see when I'm not welcome." She tucks the chair she had been occupying underneath the table politely and turns on her heel, turning and leaving. Citizens of Fiore were more guarded than she was used to... or, perhaps, it was their circumstance that drove them to such. Somehow, she felt as though the latter was the answer. Tempers seemed to be flaring, and tension was high.

Did she just have poor timing?

Whatever the case, Trinity had learned something interesting. This guild was about to have a large undertaking. Enough members were going to be away that the building was going to be closed to outsiders. She had to wonder what the huge deal was. The minstrel decided she'd just have to keep her ear to the ground, and listen for the following activity. She'd follow them and stick her nose where it doesn't belong. Or try to, anyway. In the mean time, it was time to wander the streets.