Urd watched Iroh over the rim of her cup. Chuckling softly, she lowered it and set it aside. "Mm...that's alright. Only the truly wise know you can't know everything, right?" Her smile was dry, the smooth and elegant tone of her voice doing nothing to hide the worry still lingering in her eyes. "Let's see what paint I can find." She slid off the counter with ease, heading towards one of the far shelves where a row of boxes waited.

"I think you're in luck, Iroh," Urd called over her shoulder, a smirk on her lips. "If it's one thing the gypsies had in abundance, it was paint to deface the many pictures of the mayor around town." She bent and rummaged through a box, withdrawing a glass jar of black paint. "For your unwanted sign. What color would you like to paint your walls?"