[h2]Cyare Staunton[/h2]

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"You get used to Rei."

A little shrug came with the comment, an acknowledging glance directed Wes' way. Cyare picked up her own plate as soon as it touched the counter, just slowly enough to try and camouflage how hungry the smell made her. No need to seem hasty. She settled back into her chair with a long drink from her mug and, as soon as she set it down to free up a hand, a large bite from her BLT. What had been a little smile widened to a bigger one with a second bite, and another look directed Angel's way. The cook got an atypically enthusiastic nod, given that her mouth was a little full, [i]and[/i] a thumbs up.

"Great work, Rei, Ferr-" She stopped short when the door opened, head swiveling to take in the scene. Her eyebrows went up a little at the mayor's appearance and demeanor, but she nonetheless listened politely while he began to speak. Patiently. She'd get the chance to get a word in edgewise, if he ever stopped talking.

When he jabbed a finger in her friend's direction, though, her smile turned brittle. The Tactical Mage watched him walk out without a word.

"Not much sense in patrolling until we get details on the situation." The musings were level, betraying little of the underlying irritation, but had lost a little of their cheer. She jerked her food in the vague direction of the door before taking another bite to raise her spirits. "I took a look around, few blocks around the inn. Layout of the town is pretty simple. What do we know about these marauders?"