<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/f9/33/85/f93385f08616fa201dd67a2eef73ecc5.jpg)</div><br/>As Vara followed along, her confusion grew and grew, listening to the responses of the others.  "Wait a minute, wait a minute..."  Her gaze bounced along with the others, obviously amazed and confused, trying to piece the information together.  "He calls<em>himself</em>Gray Eyes?"  It wasn't a phrase she would ever actually use, but she was in shock.<br/><br/>Why would anyone do that?  She absolutely didn't like being called the other thing, not badly enough to hurt anyone, but she'd emptied a waterskin into a scribe's pack once after that comment to her and others.<br/><br/>Lyara had an explanation, though, and maybe it was correct.  She was absolutely really smart.  Just like that, it didn't seem to bother the urchin so much, as long as nobody started calling her the other thing.<br/><br/>She followed along with Ares; she had no need to go and get stuff.  Everything she owned, she just carried with her.  Although she remained silent during negotiations, a glance of her eyes made something clear: she had a little money of her own if he needed the help...if he really needed it.<br/><br/>The others knew a lot more about this kind of stuff, and she trusted them.  They were friends.