Roiling emotions warred in Esperanza's mind. Katya may indeed be her sister. Ireena might indeed be her mother. Everything she'd wanted her entire life was within her reach now, her blood kin. Her family. But that realization, joyous as it might be, resulted in some guilt as well. The Sergovia's were her family, too. Had raised her, even though she possessed no realtion to them. And even at her most cynical, she knew it wasn't just so that she could propel their name into the hierarchy of nobility.<br/><br/><i>"You know, we could break into his room. See if he has anything on him, that might answer some questions before he sobers up." </i>Katya wore a devious smirk on her face, showing an audacity that impressed and thrilled Esperanza. This glance into her possible sister's inner working was just as intriguing as her suggestion to get answers now, damn the wait.<br/><br/>"I'm not sure I can sleep tonight, not with the questions I have running through my mind," Esperanza offered in agreement. But it wasn't just the questions that left her on edge. Not with the driving rain and booming thunder and hideous howls of hungry wolves. And what she hoped were just hungry wolves. No, she was far too kayed up to sleep, and now far too keyed up to argue with Katya.<br/><br/>Commotion from downstairs seemed to consume the entire inn. If they were going to go through with this crazy plan (though, really, was it much crazier than anythign else they'd done, including coming to Barovia in the first place?), now was the time. While the desperate begging from outside held the attention of everyone else. Esperanza slipped from her room, and down the hall, watching the stairs and glancing into the main room of the tavern. Everyone was focused on the door, Xavier and Bucren demanding the woman be let in. She turned back towards<s>her sister</s>Katya, and nodded, as if to give her permission for the other women to break into Ishmark's room.