Lhurriel blinked after him. "Me and Raymond?" She mouthed, frowning. What in the world was he talking about? She stared after him until voices in other room rose to greet him, and then she simply shook her head and returned to her reading.<br/><br/>The tome before her held a wealth of information. Even though she was relatively comfortable, the pain in her lower back, now reduced to a giant, pulsing ache, kept her from concentrating as fully as she wished. It was even harder to read and keep track of the conversation outside while reading - usually it would not have been much of a trouble, but as the evening dragged on, the thief found it harder to divide her thoughts (though she did memorize as much of the book as she could before her mind began wavering), and then harder to stay awake.<br/><br/>Fallar entered the room near the end of the meeting, looking for a map of a specific area. His ghostly gray eyes set him apart from others; his tall stature and whipcord-lean body also made him hard to miss. But his skills as a thief and a former assassin made his skills quite invaluable to Amron, as well as to the Lord of Thieves prior to him; of the thirteen Rogues, he was among the oldest and the best. His compassion and appreciation of life, too, had grown in his time as a Rogue - it was he who had spoken to Lhurriel when she had heard Amery's death confirmed, sympathetic and understanding of her hidden grief.<br/><br/>When Fallar glanced over at Lhurriel, he noted that she was fast asleep, head pillowed against her arm, book still open to a page of the underground routes of the Lower City. A small smile quirked up the corners of his lips as he checked the skin of ice - now melted and warm - and removed it, before unfolding a blanket so it covered her body. Upon returning to his seat next to Amron, he spread out the map on the table, waiting for the others to begin talking (and arguing) about how best to proceed before he relayed her condition to the Lord of Thieves.<br/><br/>"She's fast asleep, our princess," he murmured, only loud enough for Amron to hear. His gray eyes were amused, but he made no other comment as he rose and pointed to the map, indicating a problem with the other four's plans and in the same breath sharing his own views.