[h3]Cyare Staunton[/h3]

"The offer is appreciated, but I will pass." The Tactical Mage did not fail to note the knife-work occurring in the hands of the former forest dweller, and the gestures flipped a few warning signs in the back of her head. The primal portion of the brain, the carefully attuned mechanism to detect and analyze danger. The other mage jumped up a few levels in her threat assessment even without knowledge of his abilities, though outwardly Cyare did not so muuch as look in his direction. "I have my trail mix."

"I would remind Rei, however," She added, shooting the speedster a faint glare. "That I am perfectly serviceable in the kitchen. My food may not be exciting, but it is healthy and filling."