All of her form pulled into the chair behind the dest in the Iron Lances Office, Devona shuts her eyes and takes in a long deep breath. Exhaling, many worries slip out of her soul. Tyra has become a silent partner, solving many of the Lances issues. She can replace the employees that left with Altharen and add some very needed barmaids. She does not like to fail, and Tyra had helped her take one big step away from it. Tapping her finger on the wooden desk, Damon goes over the paper work with her. She would sign all documents the only way she knew how, her name in Persian.
With that done, Damon pulls up some more papers for them to go over and Devonas eyes widen. She ponders if Tyra would notice if she just slipped some of the lances paper work in with everything she does for the guards. The smirk that fall on her lips does not stick around long as she tells Damon to slow down and try to explain whatever he just said again....
