"That's unhealthy, you know? I had a... an acquaintance who scowled all the time," she trailed off, squinting her eyes to try and find the scowler. Merrick, Sylaise vallaslin, she brightened when she saw him.

But then a thought occurred to her and she turned somewhat toward Cy. "Well, you should go see him, try and get that scowl off his face instead of sitting with boring old me. Don't worry, I'm keeping my eyes on the Templars. They look a little shifty tonight."