[h3]Mithera (Phoenix Wing Guild Hall)[/h3]Mithera rose an eyebrow at Lazarus as he sat up and snapped at her. [i]That was rude.[/i] She thought to herself, and she was mulling over a response when he turned to talk to the new girl. Mithera idly listened, and didn't offer any corrections. It was crudely correct, and Mithera didn't really know the path either. She was at least as tired as Lazarus as well, but her mind had found something to latch on to to keep it awake for now. Something bugged her about the kid sitting just past Lazarus. Her intuition was giving her some weird signals that she didn't like, and Mithera trusted her intuition more than she trusted her magic.

Lazarus managed to catch her off guard as he turned back to talk to Mithera, and she chuckled softly at his statement. [b]"Table-sleeper's honor, I won't tell anyone you were nice to kid. Soon as she turns an adult though, it's all fair game,"[/b] she smiled, and gave him a wink. She glanced up at Royse, her eyes holding the same glint of a wolf assessing what dangers its prey might be to its pack. She'd smirk lamely, and her eyes would return to Lazarus. [i]You need to think less,[/i] she almost said, but stopped herself. Now was not the time to try to correct Lazarus' problems, and that was really kind Sasha's job anyway. Instead she would smile a little before leaning in to Lazarus, trying to speak under her breath so that Royse couldn't overhear. [b]"Hey, I've got a favor to ask. After she heads off, could you come out back of the guild with me and cut my legs off? I've got a bad feeling in my gut."[/b]

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