A faint sadness entered Cicero’s consciousness when Tam stepped away from her. She quickly forced it away. There was no room for such emotions in this business, especially about something so trivial. She brought a hand to her neck, absently scratching at a non-existent itch. The woman looked up as she noticed a small figure at the door. Her heart skipped for a moment. How long had that wretched girl been there? It was scary how easy it was to overlook Dana. Even with all her experience, Cicero still couldn’t detect when Dana was in the area. It made the elven girl even more worth the trouble it took to keep her under their ranks, but it still unnerved her. She glanced over at Tam, before bringing her attention back to the girl.
Grabbing her boots from the floor, Cicero moved over to one of the wooden chairs. She flopped down, pulling the shoes on fiercely. The woman snapped at Dana, “Get in here, knife ears. Tell us what news you have received.”
Dana’s gaze glanced between Cicero and Tam before closing the door behind her. She moved forward quickly but kept a distance away from Cicero. The girl hands grasped at her dress, bunching the skirt up a bit to show off dirt-encrusted ankles, “Sers, there is a large group... They ‘as elves wi’ ‘em, but...” Her gaze skittered over to Cicero before quickly looking down to the ground. Cicero scoffed, belting her boot tightly. The girl seemed nervous to continue any further.