Clary was sitting on the sidelines, watching as the meeting took place. She didn't have anything to add to Mark's spiel but she had come to listen and people watch. Her bright emerald green eyes slowly made a pass through the people who had gathered as she picked at a small plate of meat that she had swiped from the kitchen. What was a show without a snack?

She doubted this was everyone trapped in the village but it was probably at least half of the people stuck here? Interesting.

Clary recognized some people but not everyone. Those she didn't recognize she tried to remember so that she could learn their names later. If there was an ax murder among them she was going to find out. Thank's to Ravi and his over active imagination she now slept with her bedroom door locked.

Clary would flash a smile at anyone she made eye contact with though she didn't seem to eager to remove herself from the bar stool that she'd perched herself on. She was comfortable where she was.

In front of her was a small pile of papers. If anyone walked closer they would see that they were copies of the village maps that Clary had been making with the paper she'd gotten from Jude over a month and a half ago.