[center][h2]Kazamyr Silvestrov[/h2][/center]
In answer to Rider, Kazamyr simply shrugged. [i]"Of course. I'd never have chosen this plan if I didn't think I could pull it off."[/i] A sharp, one-note laugh escaped onto the morning breeze. [i]"Come now, Rider, does a strategist of your caliber really need to ask something so obvious? Or could it be that your goal was to judge me based on how I answered? Shame on you!"[/i]

Even if his words were somewhat harsh, the Master's tone hinted that he was anything but upset. Indeed, his good cheer only seemed to be heightening as he entered the café and ordered eggs and hash browns, which were served on a white plate a few moments later. Greasy and messy, as American foods tended to be, but filling nonetheless. He ate them slowly, deliberately, carefully checking on the few familiars he'd kept active after sunrise to see if they'd found anything interesting. No such luck. The other pairings were still playing cautious, and conflicts between mages usually took place after dark in general. For the daytime, at least, he and Rider were probably safe.

Once he was done with his breakfast, Kazamyr quickly tidied himself up and left the building, hopping on a bus and riding the few short stops towards Redrock's public library. His posture and his movements were somehow both relaxed and controlled at once, mimicking the mannerisms of the locals and masking his accent whenever he needed to speak out loud. If the other Masters were being careful, then so could he, by blending in with practiced ease.

[i]"Nothing yet. I suppose it's nice to have time to prepare."[/i] He idly scratched his shoulder. [i]"How long, do you think, until one of the other pairings starts to make aggressive moves? Or maybe they already have, and I've just missed it somehow..."[/i]

[@King Cosmos]