The tavern wasn't exactly one of Rose's favourite places, as she didn't believe in alcohol and there was a lingering disgust in the back of her mind at uncouthly behaviour due to her noble heritage. But it wasn't something she showed, preferring to be a role model of tolerance as she just sat their patiently, idly watching the recruiter when an all-too-familiar student approached.
"The last few days have been well," Rose said, a little over-formal in her tone denoting underlying frustration, "Today had promise until I went to the Colosseum and saw teachers dying in droves."
She snapped her gaze onto Azeraye with only slight suspicion and accusation in her eyes.
"I especially loved the part when I saw you jumping to the perpetrator's aid," Rose hinted dryly, her gaze unfaltering for a moment on Azeraye before flickering between his friends as though searching for signs or indicating she knew it must have been one of them. Not like it'd be hard to find the black knight with such a narrow array of suspects -the perpetrator was stronger than a teacher.
But for some reason Rosalinde wasn't acting on the information, and it definitely wasn't fear, it was more like she was just waiting and observing.
"... I know I should remain at the academy, but enough is enough," Rose said, jumping subjects all of a sudden as though letting the previous one stew for awhile, "I've trained enough students, I think I've earned some 'holidays'."