It was a long day, to say the least. From a headlong ride to the city, to the defense of the western wall. When Faira was moved to the Eastern gate, she took a leaf from Merik's book and hurled spears from her position. She wasn't much of a shot with a bow, but could throw spears, axes, and knives with fair accuracy. She was tired already when brought to the war room for a briefing, but made a point not to show it. 

Here, she looked very curiously at Zatana. Of course she had seen her at the western gate, and heard the Prince's speech, but this was the closes they had been to each other without the elf's mask. She was quite pretty, and Faira thought it a shame she had to hide herself, though she understood the reason. 

[color=c4df9b]"We're not to enter their tunnels,"[/color] Faira said when the briefing was done, [color=c4df9b]"But what of any stragglers, or enemy scouts?"[/color]

She held the record hunter gingerly as she spoke, looking it in the face as seemed to look in hers, with equal curiosity.