She'd gotten rid of most of the evidence of her prior meal outside of town; there was a vast difference in levels of suspicion given to a well-fed elf and one that looked pregnant, especially compared to those who looked more... well, predatory when they seemed as though they'd had a big meal. When they get to Surkil, she ends up lounging on one chair sideways, legs dangling over the chair's arm as their erstwhile employer goes into the amount of pay they're getting for their efforts. Not bad, not stunning, not enough to make a fuss about in either direction, and certainly not worth holding onto the loot to get a marginally better deal. Ears twitch as she notes that someone else had their dragonmark change... but she doesn't volunteer that hers did too, letting the appearance of the other aberrant dragonmarks be the only evidence. "Fascinating," she drawls. "Sure would like to learn the source of all this, neh? Oh, and..." She grins. "You may want to hire security. On the way back, a group of fanatics attempted to ambush us on the road and seemed to think we'd stolen the Dragon's Eye... didn't turn out too well for them, but their leader was able to teleport away and may be gathering some more warriors for another attack." She yawns. "None of us, and none of them, knew exactly what the Eye was, though, which put a damper on their efforts. Anyway, what is there fun to<span style="font-style: italic">do</span>around this little town for fun?"