Blink blink. "Okay."

She writes an official-looking document and hands it to Cynthia. "Don't let me see you here again."

No comments about blessings of hiding... Be polite... Try to be polite...

"Sure. Bye?"

"Goodbye."

Overly cheery switch in tone. "Bye-bye!"

Then out of the station, with hopes to get back to the guild without something else going horribly wrong... Walkwalkwalkwalk...

Nothing else goes horribly wrong on the way to the guild.

The clerk is dismayed to see her again.

Well Cynthia walks straight up to him. "Hi, is there only the common terminal? Like, no private ones?"

"...what? What would a private terminal even do...?"

Frown. "Like, having another terminal somewhere so that if someone was like, using the one just upstairs, you can still do things? Or spend time looking at things without hogging it."

"Er, no, we don't."

"Ooookay then!" Blank stare. "Have a nice day?" Smile, then she walks upstairs.

How goes the old ladies' game, and then to check the board afterward.

The old ladies are gone, as are most people. There is only an old man sleeping.

The board has two answers: one asking for more details, saying her description is too vague, and one having only a time and a place.

Her message: I found some ruins. It is blocked with a strange door. I don't know how to open it. Is there anyone with a different magic that I can take over there to help try to open it? - Cynthia, Elementalist

Well, it's pretty accurate to what the details are. Scratch that... She looks at the time and place message, and thinks that is the better idea to go with first. (Let's not try to explain things, Cynthia.)

It's today, half an hour after sunset, at this specific plaza.

Sure, why not.

Return message: "Sure I'll be there when then is."

This moment of literary elegance aside, she'll just pass time on a couch until sunset, then carefully walk over and silently lament the fact she can't just fly over the buildings.

There are people there!

Pick a wall not in the walking path, put backpack down and lean against wall. Fold arms, having the Guild Ring very visible. Smile. Don't stare at people. Don't look at people. Just stare at the ground, sure. Just keep the ring in sight. Probably they'll find her, since it's not like she knows who this person is.

A person approaches her.

"Hello!" she says brightly.

Cynthia looks up, "Hello there!" then waves with her left ring-wearing hand.

"Cynthia, are you?"

"Uhm, good?" Disregarding the whole afternoon and accentuating this morning.

"—I'll take that as a yes," she says. "Walk with me?"

Oh, uhm, what? Sure. Listen to people, Cynthia!

She puts her backpack back on and nods vigorously.

So they walk! "Explain what exactly you found?"

Walk walk walk. "Big door in some ruins. I dunno how to open it, bunch of weird symbols. Wanted help. Thought I could grab some sort of other-magic-type to try to look at it separately." Basically a recite of her message.

"Would be excellent to just take the next death's row meta--" Cynthia sticks out her tongue and quite visibly bites it. "Uhm. Nevermind that part."