The Tailor's lips became a thin line, but they were careful to turn their face away from the pair and school their expression. While the display could be considered outrageous, it was not the cause of their change in mood.

"Luck on your endeavors, then. Try to keep an eye to the weather--the marshes can be hard to navigate come evening time, I've heard. Fog from the zee, is the story. I imagine you'll practice caution, you don't need someone like me to tell you."

They finished packing their bag and, out of habit they couldn't explain, wiped their mouth. Ah, there had been crumbs they hadn't noticed. Bit embarrassing, that. The Tailor glanced up.

"I suppose I'll see you at our next class, then, barring any changes. Enjoy your hunt."

There was something in the way they said it... but it was unreadable, and easy to overlook. The Tailor smiled. "Have a wonderful evening."

And with that, they were gone.