Jenair

Jenair shrugs at the question, occasionally eyeing Helionaluxis as if not sure what to make of her comment. "I know a bit of magic, I suppose. Not much." She sounds as if the subject doesn't really interest her, leaning on her spear and watching out the window.

After a moment, she asks a question, still looking out at the crowd as it begins to thin. "Who are you meeting with?"