[i][color=a0410d][h3][Tirñea][/h3][/color][/i]

	Walking at a mildly urgent pace, Tirñea hadn't even realized she was not being followed by either Veronica or Sage. Her mind was busy, but her train of thought derailed at the sound of Veronica's name being called over the din of the crowds. Using her next step to twirl into the opposite direction, she realized that she'd been walking away on her own. She hadn't gone far, but due to the large amount of foot traffic she had to raise herself on tiptoe in order to see past a few shoulders and to where Veronica stood. A destination in mind she made the best beeline she could, dodging past a few people and continuing to stamp the ground with her staff. 

	Soon she could see her companion, and she was speaking with an elaborately dressed elder who was accompanied by an entourage of uniformed officials, and guards. Slowing her pace as she drew nearer, her last few steps brought her just behind but at Veronica's side. The elder was confronting the sage now, and he'd begun re-explaining what Veronica had apparently already explained. He lied, not poorly but if it conflicted somehow with whatever Veronica had said it would be easy to pick out. He lied to pin the blame on himself rather than redirect it which she found odd, and even offered to give himself up but only after a plea that meant to paint himself as a good Samaritan. Tirñea glazed over most of what he spewed, but he caught her attention with the mention of a familiar of his own. Even if he'd been prying, perhaps his search for candidates was actually good intentioned. Regardless though Tirñea felt she didn't know enough about the current situation and it's consequences, and decided to remain silent and observe while being mindful of Veronica should she offer any guidance. In her head she cursed that the three of them hadn't left when she'd intended, but there was little point in fuming over it now.