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One thing no one had ever accused Ythri of was being incurious.
She looked back at the menu, but she couldn't help wondering what the military folk were here for. Maybe there was something she ought to know about. Or, perhaps, one of them might know something about her mother, the mystery she was constantly trying to solve. It was unlikely, perhaps, but the fact of the matter was that she'd already looked in most of the likely places that she could think of. And at any rate, there wasn't any way to know unless she tried.
Carefully, the half-Theylri stood, pushing her chair back in with her hand. She walked over to the other table, confidence in her eyes. When she was close enough, she gave a broad, genuine smile.
"Serale, sirs," she said warmly. "Is there a military exercise going on? I've only recently arrived in Chelseanna, and I hope there's no trouble afoot."
Indeed, if there were problems, she'd prefer to know about them, so that she could plan accordingly, though she somehow doubted that these men would be eating a meal in a cafe if something were seriously wrong.
At any rate, the gregarious smile remained on her face as she waited for a response. The worst that could happen, she figured, was that they'd politely tell her it wasn't any of her business, which was fair enough. But she did so want to know what brought them here -- as well as whether or not one of them might have the missing information about her mother that she was looking for.
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