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Myr sighed as Mark left. Ah, well, everyone grew weary of her company eventually. It was not as though she was unaccustomed to traveling alone, either. Though he had indicated that the two were still to meet at the Southern gate, Myr was honestly a bit unsure now that she got to truly considering it. Worrying her lower lip with her teeth, she nearly started when the waiter from earlier came up behind her.

"Ah... Miss? Are you all right?" he asked speculatively. "That is, if you need a bit longer before you leave..." he wasn't going to say it, but she wasn't disruptive, and customers were already beginning to filter in, so he wasn't concerned about her staying.

Myr shook her head slightly as clarity returned to far-off eyes. "I shall be fine, but thank you anyway. I'll not trouble you and yours any longer." Smiling softly, the blond woman inclined her torso after the manner of bow she had been taught, and took her leave silently from the small tea shop.

The path to the gate was largely clear, though there did seem to be some residual stir from whatever had happened earlier. Myr took her time, trying to make a decision about her next course of action. Her goal, insofar as she had one at all, was and always had been to help those who required her assistance. She was frankly uncertain that following two assassins and a knight was the best way to go about doing this, but... it was not as though she had any particular direction to take or anything.

So what do you do then, Myrna? Follow those who might kill you, or continue to wander alone, as you have since you began this journey of yours? The choice was not as straightforward as it seemed; though she did occasionally get to do some good simply wandering about as she had, more often she was simply a solitary soul without an end. It had never been in her nature to enjoy purposelessness; it was one of the reasons she'd left the temple at Kur in the first place. At the very least, if she joined these folk, she was likely to learn something.

It seemed that even while her mind had been fluttering, her feet had made the decision for her, and she came to the gate with a feeling she couldn't quite place in the pit of her stomach. There was clearly some kind of confrontation happening between Shadow and Matt, or at least a very animated discussion; it appeared that the thief had not left the group for long, after all. A decidedly more feminine-looking Mark was sitting beneath a canopy of trees a short distance off, Kain also against a tree.

Since Mark had indicated a wish to be without company, she padded over to Kain. "Would it be beyond polite conduct to inquire as to exactly what is going on?" she asked, taking a seat a few feet from him.