Shara smiled as the pyromancer - Remoro, his name was - finished his speech, joining the halls in their applause as he ended his performance. The exasperated look on Iwans face, hinted that the performance he had presented her with had been well practiced. As the applause died down, and most of the crowd went back to their business the thing - Vami was his name - gave her a penetrating glare which almost made her shiver. Vami had noticed her brief illusion, even if it seemed that no one else had. She returned the look with a playful smile, keeping his gaze until it was broken by another mage, bearing a gift for the 'great healer.' Iwan rolled his eyes at the praise, and Shara grinned at the confirmation that the earlier performance had been practiced before.

Still though, a hint of dissatisfaction marred her victory. Her question had not been answered. Remoro, with his extravagant introduction, had only shown her a bit of [i]who[/i] he was, and Vami himself had neglected to comment on the [i]what[/i] aspect. The look he had given her had a touch of hungry curiosity to it, and Shara saw opportunity there. She suspected if she could get him alone, then her chances of getting any information out of him would be much better. Vami didn't seem to want to let the pyromancers know much about himself, but perhaps a trade of sorts. Finding the library could wait, there was a much more enticing puzzle right before her.

"You should show me that flame of yours some more." She said to Femto, falling in with the group as they proceeded onwards towards...wherever it was they were heading. It mattered little to her now, as long as she could catch her horned man later. She had no intention of losing him, though it doubtless wouldn't be difficult to find the wonder again. "You know, to better flatter you and all."

She gave the mage a friendly nudge as she lit her arm, and he obliged. Ignoring all the other pyromancers, but keeping half an eye on Vami, she soon managed to perfectly replicate the flames burning on Femto's arm. At least until he extinguished his own flame and waved his hand through her false fires. Though she tried to replicate how fire moved, how it should react to the wind and hand passing through it, the sudden loss of her reference and unexpected interference with her illusion distracted her, and the fire seemed to slant unnaturally, almost as if it were rigid. Her attempts felt like a child, attempting to imitate a professional dancer after her first day of lessons. 

"What, had enough of my flattery?" She said toyingly to Femto, switching her flames to her far hand, out of his reach before addressing the rest of the troupe. "Well, I [i]had[/i] planned to find a nice bed for the night before dining, but it appears that opportunity has passed." She nodded towards where a group of mages were arguing over who would get the bedrooms of some nearby guest suites. A shame too, they had seemed quite nice, with one of the better beds in the fortress. "So I figure the best way you can repay is to accompany me to the banquet that should be happening fairly soon out on the green."

Shara looked towards Vami as she concluded, her eyes never leaving his. Her stare dared him to say anything otherwise, while hinting that answers might be found there as well. In the din of a feast, with so many of the mages gathered in one place, it would be possible for them to have a more private conversation. She hoped to pry some answers from him as well in that time.