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With luck Draya could fly under the radar and not answer at all. She was sure the flurry of answers from her <i>companions</i> would be a good enough distraction. The group in general seemed so oddly put together that she could be sure they'd stand out but she didn't think anyone would consider them dangerous off bat. In fact with the loud clothes, crazy accents, and the throwing knives bit they actually came off as a bunch of circus freaks. That made her shift in her seat uncomfortably. She took this very seriously. For her it wasn't about some measly treasure that one would use to just <i>get away</i>, or that bring a little <i>excitement </i>into ones drab life: a boy's life could be on the line. Possibly in harms way or trouble, yes, but Draya refused to believe that Casimir was dead. She hoped that as they went on their little excursion it would become much easier for her to start picking up on anything that could give them more answers. That would require that they at least pass by something familiar to the prince and for that Will would come in quite handy.<br/>
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That said, it didn't stop Draya from rolling her eyes at the whiny male who seemed so small in comparison to Zalek and Videl – personality definitely had something to do with it. Zalek wasn't shy about boasting over the thousands of wars he'd found himself a valiant soldier of. He's definitely come to be of use though when it came to a little combat. Will was useful though – as annoying as he could be, that nose of his would come in handy. She figured he was still beating himself up for losing the prince in the first place. Maybe his new little jingling friend would be the confidence booster he would need because Draya was not going to let him off the hook so easily. She figured though that tensions were already high in the bar that grew stuffed with more people in the last half hour, overcrowded was an understatement at this point.<br/>
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They weren't moving from this spot though until Videl finally went on to explain a bit more about the trip. She cut a look toward Will, a beady eyed expression that let him know he had been seen before she turned her vision toward the map that had been unraveled and laid flat on the sticky table. Draya did enjoy a great visual, especially considering that she assumed at times she would be much more handy in flight than on foot. It was naturally her reasoning for not having to bulk down with too many items or bother with too much clothing.<br/>
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Personally inviting seemed like a strange set of words for the man who'd looked like he was ready to leave with his companion hadn't she been the first took show up. Draya supposed he puked be been picky and by the looks that Eiris gave, Draya considered that she felt just as much. Though, seemingly they had no choice and the lot was all they had. She was curious as to the redhead, who's words made her skin tingle uncomfortably and not because they were directed at her, but the conviction within her very nonchalant statement was hard to kiss when you focused too much on Videl's face.<br/>
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Which became increasingly hard not to do as he so casually dropped Lord Aeldredus' name. She felt that twinge in the back of her mind that stretched against the nape of her neck as each part of her body seemed to peel back. Yes the instinct to <i>fly</i> right now was intense and increasingly hard to ignore. How could she go about working with Videl now in knowing that he was working under the very man she not only abhorred; and rightfully so, but a man who clearly wanted nothing good to come out of finding the prince and that was no matter whatever take he possibly doing from that slimy slithering tongue of his. She didn't hide the stress of her brows bunching into the middle of her forehead and figured it would be seen more as a means of complete focus. Draya wanted to leave – oh yes she wanted to get up and drag Will with her and yet she stayed planted in her seat, her feet curling a little inward to keep her from fleeing. If his intent was to find the prince then they both had the same goal in mind, but no way in hell would she allow Videl or Eiris to hand him off to Aeldredus and that she was willing to die for.<br/>
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"I'm in," she said simply, her voice a bit more nasally than before but who should notice considering how little she spoke in the first place. Her eyes cut back toward Will, her nose tipped in a sharp downward position mimicking that of a beak as though preparing to tap something to get his attention, knowing he was trying his hardest to avoid her in all ways possible – they definitely would need to have a talk and away from the others. She sighed through her nose, she figured she was stuck with the Haafmun as well. This would make for a very interesting few months.</div></span>