The epona brushed back a stray strand of jet black hair and snorted in irritation as she stared at the 'welcoming' walls of Marveila. She did not see the appeal, especially her long ears were already picking up what seemed to be a raucous din of horrible noise. After tightening the last strap  of her kit down obsessively securely, she glanced up at the rest of the group. She had admired the Jotun and the Meerah's ability to work together over the past few days. She had also grown quite fond of Brom, despite a twitching instinct whenever he looked at her in the right light. Even the Sidhe had been a welcome companion, once she got over her initial fury of being pranked.<br/><br/>The nest had been a disappointment to her. Since it had been underground, she had been forced to patrol the outskirts and watch for escapees. There had been none, evidence that the rest were quite efficient when they chose to be. Then it had been making sure the flames from the purging of the den did not start a wildfire. She knew that was an honourable thing to do, but she chafed at having missed the combat action and was irritable for quite some time, something that probably did not endear her too much to her companions. She had also argued vehemently against coming to this place, but had been ashamed to admit she had no reason other than an unremitting hatred of the area, having been a slave here in the past. Though she had never seen the city itself before, the bandits she had served liked hitting merchants coming out of Marveila, for reasons she had never cared about nor been able to listen long enough to find. As it was, she had only known that there was a city full of free folk not ten miles from her while she was chained, beaten, and forced into hauling her captors and their ill-gotten gains around like a common horse.<br/><br/>Kaya spat as she fought down the bile that memory brought and looked over at Tarkus. "are ye absolutely sure tha' Ah have ta go in wit' ye? Ah could just as easily stay out here until ye find whatever it is ye need. Ah swear Ah don't need any more civilising than what Ah've already had." Her face grew red. She knew, actually quite well, that knight though she was, she was a simple country bumpkin to her companions. Sure, she could read and write after a fashion, but they had found after a day with her that when she wasn't on guard against enemies she was a shy little girl with too much combat experience and not enough of the same in society. To be honest, most of it was her thoughts on thieves and slavers, but they had yet to convince her that whatever was in her past, no one was about to try anything on her or Tarkus due to sheer intimidating presence.<br/><br/>"Asides, it stinks and it's noisy. What the hell is that horrible screechin' and whistlin' about?" Her ears swivelled forward at the sound, faint though it was to any without her hearing. She frowned in the mid-morning sunlight, stamping one hoof nervously. "Is the place full o' demons or somethin'?"