Pulling ink, pen and parchment from her rucksack Kiira carefully sketches out a copy of the arcane symbol, folding up the drawing and sliping it into her pocket as soon as it's dry.<br/><br/>"Well, I'm sure we've taxed our poor gracious host enough for a lifetime. Given the delicate nature of the situation we should get a move on as soon as possible. It sounds as if at least some of us are looking to give teamwork a try, perhaps everyone so inclined should meet up at the city gates after they've acquired whatever...additional supplies they might need? In, say, an hour's time?"