[For all anyone knows, Teren is simply there to be disaster relief and witness-- keeper of the schedules, patcher of clothing and skin, front as a traveling merchant-- in case things go terribly wrong. Though she primarily keeps to herself, she is not entirely unfriendly, and will often engage in conversation when prompted.

Even she can't hide her curiosity when they arrive at Antiva City, a place she's never been. It reminds her strangely of the Nevarran fishing village where she grew up, despite being exponentially larger; perhaps it's the smell, the dingy state of the docks and the lapping of dark water. The rickety shambles of a dockside residential district tugs at her heart in a way she hasn't felt for about thirty years.

On their arrival, as much as she'd like to do some quick reconnaissance, she'd hate to blow her cover that quickly. Instead, she goes straight to the brothel, playing up her disdain for the operation. As though she actually minds. As though her mother didn't do the same, and in their own home. But she must look proper and stiff if she's to be believed.]