[Quiet Man Cometh]

"If there's a threat to the city, Logan will be jumping up and down about it in a day or two." Syrgei remarks, putting his foot back on the floor and turning in his chair to look at Tsaerri.

"Would you feel better if I wasn't being completely altruistic? Moving around where people don't want me is generally what I do, and if it's events at the manor that got somebody's attention..." he trails off, leaving her to fill out the rest.

Having a potentially marked woman currently sitting in his room was possibly not the best for his health, either.

"At the very least, two people are better than one, or...not sure how that works with mesmers, actually. So," he stands up and walks over to the dresser where he starts sifting through the drawers, pulling out little odds and ends and a couple small sacks, "if the White Mantle is angry enough at at least one of us to send assassins, I'm not inclined to stick around here. What do you think we should do?"