Tara had been busier this past week than she had been for years and she was very glad for it. Between training, flying, studying and spending time immersed in Zarketh's mind she hadn't had time to wallow in her own thoughts and guilt like she spent most of her time over the last five years doing. Merrick's talk of evil brought back things she had been gladly distancing herself from though, memories of her home and people she had lost. She didn't need to be told what would happen if Ogual went unchecked, she had seen it herself. She wouldn't forget her responsibility, and she wouldn't fail it this time either.
Tara was relieved to see Sparks, as she introduced herself, in a better mood. Perhaps she would progress more in her training and attitude now. Tara was used to working by herself, relying on herself. It had been 15 years since she had fought in a unit and she knew that their success and her life would be dependent on the skills of her fellow tamers and how well they worked together. So the inexperience and lack of dedication of some of them made her uneasy. But she was enjoying the company, although she hadn't got to know any of them very well or spent much time socialising. It was nice just to have people around. She took the parchment Merrick handed out and read it as Sparks and Arameus talked. She frowned as she read; she wasn't a builder, her father had been a carpenter and she had worked with him as a child but she had joined the army because she didn't enjoy it. Not exactly a first mission suited to her skills, but that wouldn't be enough to deter her.
She put the parchment down just as Sparks turned to address her. “No, sorry.” She replied then added with a friendly smile, “My name's Tara, if you hadn't already caught it. Nice to meet you properly.”