"Let's take a look, then," Teren says, nudging her head toward the guest house, glancing between the mages and then back over her shoulder at the rest of the party. She is becoming increasingly anxious with the light stepping, which manifests as impatience and irritability in her demeanor.

"Have someone show us the room while you lot work this out, perhaps there'll be a sign of them." She's doing her best to not start stabbing people outright and demanding answers. Howe, damn him, is being a rube as always, but he still outranks her.