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Myr watched the interaction between the thief (if that was indeed Matt's profession) and the assassin with what appeared to be a mild interest, perhaps with traces of amusement. Matt seemed to be slightly taken aback or intimidated by something, most likely the red-eyed man in front of them.

She might have been, once, but such was hardly the case now. It had taken her some time to come to the understanding that not all people were as mild as the monks that had raised her, but once she had, it was a simple matter to accept such things as a matter of course.

The assassin asked for names, and she felt no reluctance to give hers, but... "I believe you already have mine," she replied with a twinge of wryness coloring her tone, "but I am called Myr, or Myrna, whichever you prefer. I do not believe I caught yours, however." A small smile quirked the corners of her mouth. She knew not if the man would give his own moniker in return, but it could not hurt to ask, just in case, and she indicated both the standing man and the sitting one with her glance at the inquiry.