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Amaran listened to the order of the day and cast her gaze elsewhere unconcerned with the details of the mission. The only thing she needed to know was that she would have to kill, pillage, and come back ready for the next chore. Nothing else to it. She lightly shrugged one of her shoulders and turned back to her room to gather what she would need. First, she grabbed her reins because she was in no kind of hurry to get to the town. Finrek would do good enough having some exercise anyways. Next, she grabbed up her cloak that would hide her face seeing as she didn't want any unnecessary attention. Then last of all she grabbed her pole arm, Synt, and headed back towards the small group outside the room.

She inclined her head as Katariel spoke about location. Amaran figured that would be important enough to listen for so she halted and waited for an answer. Hayane shifted to turn his head towards the lord once more. She never really understood why but Hayane had never truly liked the lord although her serpent never seemed to express that for fear of getting Amaran in trouble. She let her hand raise to brush over the cold jaw of her serpent before letting it drop to her side loosely.

The other hand began getting her pole arm into a comfortable position in it's sheath on her back where it attached to the cloak. Once she got that done she turned fully towards the lord and let her gaze settle upon him with that distantly cold stare, like she wasn't really in the room. In some ways she wasn't although she didn't know why, she just felt normal as always.