It takes a few seconds for the outrage to fully dawn on Teren's face, and in that time a larger person is able to grab her firmly by both arms and march her forward, away from Wallace. She looks over her shoulder with eyes like an angry badger's, but her escort holds fast and Wallace is soon out of view. She spends the time now keeping an eye on her cohorts, straining to see over others' heads for the short one and the elf, watching Ingrid out of her periphery as well-- if things go tits-up, Ingrid is the one they will need to rally behind. When she doesn't spot Merrick, Teren tries to wrench herself away to get a better look, but is held fast.
Her mood is most dour by the time they get to Clarel, but being a reasonable person, Teren reins in her temper and allows the Warden-Commander to instruct them. This makes some sense, she admits, but can't help groping for more reasons, more details in the room and the other Wardens' body language, the things Clarel isn't saying.
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She spends the time now keeping an eye on her cohorts, straining to see over others' heads for the short one and the elf, watching Ingrid out of her periphery as well-- if things go tits-up, Ingrid is the one they will need to rally behind. When she doesn't spot Merrick, Teren tries to wrench herself away to get a better look, but is held fast.
Her mood is most dour by the time they get to Clarel, but being a reasonable person, Teren reins in her temper and allows the Warden-Commander to instruct them. This makes some sense, she admits, but can't help groping for more reasons, more details in the room and the other Wardens' body language, the things Clarel isn't saying.