[h1]Cyare Staunton[/h1]

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"Nothing malicious. He is very loyal to you, Ms. Iona. If a little tongue-tied when it comes to explaining why. You picked a good friend." Cyare answered, [i]almost[/i] warmly for perhaps the first time that morning. It was quite easy to see the bond between the two of them. The Iona girl and Ferrara spoke and interacted with an ease born of familiarity, as though each already knew how the other would react to each event that occurred. Such musings, for most, might have prevented her from noting the other two mages present. Or from processing the information gleaned from their conversations. Cyare Staunton the Tactical Mage was not most people, even without her magic. With it she could comprehend the entire scene as easily as breathing.

And the first thing she noted was that the newest one, that one simultaneously greeting her and sizing her up, had recited the details of the job she had claimed. And the flyer he held was for the same job as the one she had taken the previous day. Her attitude cooled almost immediately, reverting to a reserved and formal address paired with a cool (albeit polite) tone. Not one without steel behind it, however, as the shift in her posture from 'almost relaxed' to 'highly focused' indicated.

"Hello. While it is no doubt a pleasure to meet you, I am afraid that job is taken."