<span style="color: Red"><div style="text-align: center;">Efer's post</div></span><br/><br/>Kala listened to his tale about Angels and his amazing escape from their clutches, though the saddest and finality of his tone hurt her. Kala and her people were not ones to shrug their responsibilities, an oath was sworn between them and she planned on honoring it until the end of their contract. Even then, should they become friends she would likely hang around, as being alone in this world is never something that is favorable. Though tough and grumpy at times her people spent a large deal of their time together. Rockery mates and bonds of kinship forged in the heat of battle, all were common place among her people. Now, out on her own, she was starting to feel the weight of the absence of her own people.<br/><br/>In the back of her mind, she hears Pete rattle on, his voice was annoying and his arrogance disgusting even for her. He has yet to prove to Kala, that he is anything but a loud mouth, smartass with no other goal or drive other than to be as annoying as possible. A list of qualities that she barely tolerates as it stands and was only continuing to do so because Koralheim had not signaled her to end his life. Thinking himself so clever with his mock attacks, trying to intimidate them or something. It was rather childish and Kala silently hoped that they did not get back together later, then she would be free from him.<br/><br/>Kala merely rolls her eyes at the comments from Pete, looking over his jewel collection with a smirk. â€œA true warrior would need nothing but their own natural talent and nothing as silly as magicâ€ looking pointedly at the gems she grins, â€œOnly weak females and sissy males collect gems and such. I expect you think they bring out the color in your eyes or make you look less fatâ€ she chuckled, taking the cloak that Koralheim offered, wrapping it about her and securing it in place.<br/><br/>â€œIf we have the time I would like to stop and get a pair of winter clothing made to fit me. Mostly so that I can ensure my movements should we fall into combatâ€ Kala expressed to Koralheim before following after him.<br/><br/>In the market she visited a tailor and had a set of winter clothes made for herself, the light leather trimmed in fur fit perfectly over her armor, ensuring that it would hinder her movements in combat. This done and out of the way she followed after him, taking in the sights of the city as they went along, though doing as he suggested and remaining on her guard. The way they traveled was a bit peculiar as they moved about in an odd pattern like they were following something that she could not see, though he could clearly feel.<br/><br/>When they came to a tome of sorts, her hands rested casually on the hilts of her swords, appearing as unconcerned about the world as anyone could. Though at the slightest hint of danger she was prepared to defend and protect Koralheim with her life.<br/><br/>From the tome in which they stood before, a man was attempting to make an exit and from his body language she could easily tell that he was somewhat of a friend, and clearly not happy about seeing them. Standing by and listening to the exchange between them she had to smirk at the obvious love/hate relationship that they held for one another.<br/><br/>At the mention of Pete Kala could not help but chime in, â€œHe has a fancy jewel encrusted sword that is probably worth more for selling then it is for actual combatâ€ she smirks at her own comment and waits for them to decide where they do next.