Mysaren felt her eyes widen at Ayla's outburst, and she had a bad feeling in her gut. "I....I'm s-sorry." She stammered, bowing quickly and letting Ayla leave. Fuck, she made her mad. That wasn't good. She sighed and watched Ayla leave, unsure of what to do now. She didn't want to follow her. That could end in a bad situation, and bad situations weren't... well, good.

Mysaren sighed and pulled out her translation project. Might as well get some work done while she waits. She hopped down and set everything out carefully on the floor, out of the way of any feet, and started to translate again. Her head hurt more and more as she flipped through the pages, and she felt herself get slowly more tired as she translated on. The whispering in her head ([i]JOIN US JOIN US JOIN US JOIN US[/i]) got louder, and yet she marched on, oddly captivated.