The fortress is several hundred years old but in good repair. Teren doesn't see anything too unusual as she explores, for the most part. She may see a look in the eyes of some Wardens, an odd tension, until they see her and give her a smile or a nod. The most conspicuous thing, however, is the odd placement of some of the guards. Some are placed on the outskirts, as if guarding against an outside threat. But a number of them are also placed at intervals along the halls, all of them acting like they are off-duty. But off-duty guards are more likely to hang out in the mess, the courtyard, or the barracks.
She doesn't smile back, though she does nod, taking careful note of their low-key unease. And each time Teren passes a set of off-duty guards, she quiets her footsteps, listening for any muttering or shifting behind her. She doesn't introduce herself, waiting to be hailed first, if it should happen. They already know why she's here. Teren is investigating the armory when the jovial clamor of people heading to dinner reaches her ears. Instead of joining them, she steps to the door and presses her ear against it, listening for movement in the halls.
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Teren is investigating the armory when the jovial clamor of people heading to dinner reaches her ears. Instead of joining them, she steps to the door and presses her ear against it, listening for movement in the halls.