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.