Dara is show in shortly after the overarmed archer, and makes her way into the room with a faint trepidation.  She hovers near the door, her cloak folded over her, as if she despises the closed-in room around her, but she adopts a proud stance-- her hand on her hip, cloak draping dramatically over her white linen tunic and boots, chin up and out.  She makes eye contact with Zame and nods politely.  "I assume we're here about the... disturbances?  Know anything about what's gone on?"