Ireena looked up at those who had joined their slice of hell. Surely they all needed a moment to collect themselves. She herself had not fully recouped from their escape. It was clear that at least one was not from Barovia, but it was easily noted that two looked eerily similar. "Those... those are monsters; rats, wolves, the walking dead, female vampires, and many more creations of the Lord of Barovia. Plagues upon this village that appear when the sun disappears and the only other way out of here his riddled with more minions." Eyes looked to the new ones to join the fray. "It may be best that we stay here until sun up." When she heard the young girl's cries there was an instinct that compelled Ireena to hold her and comfort her.<br/><br/>"Is the bar no longer safe?" It was the only reason why she thought her brother would flee the haven that housed his liquid lover. The dagger handed to her earlier sat loosely in her hand. There had to be no letting her guard down. So many people had risked their lives for her and she would not go down without a fight. She longed for sleep, but it was proving hard to come by. That, and there was no way that she would sleep with a bunch of strangers huddled about in the same room.<br/><br/>As the one asking names spoke a button was pushed in how she spoke to the girls and while still polite her tone of voice was sharp as she spoke. "I know that death is a common occurrence in this village, but<i>must </i>you be so cold-hearted as to speak so ill of the recently deceased?" A nerve was touched and now Ireena found herself more awake than ever. "My name is Ireena, I am Ismarks... sister. How... how were you so unfortunate as to find your way to Barovia, young ones?" Anyone who did not know what was walking the streets was clearly foreign and it was best to speak and try and keep minds busy than think about what lurked about outside.