Avis contemplated Ardur's answer. "I can respect that." Helping a comrade was an admirable reason to join a quest. Her family would often band together on causes that only few had personal stake in. It was that kind of solidarity that had helped her father when she was born, and it was a trait her family valued highly. Still, she wondered exactly how honorable it was to stand by a companion such as Anora. The woman seemed hard in a way that didn't display strength so much as it did lack of compassion. She frowned at the thought. "You in the same business she is?" What that business was was a little unclear. Some kind of mercenary, like Avis herself, it seemed. She frowned at Anora. An odd expression had flashed over her face. What was she thinking?<br/><br/>When Atisha and Magnus emerged, Avis turned to face them, eager to learn what they had discovered, but her face immediately fell at Atisha's question. Torture? Already this quest was taking her to places she wasn't comfortable going. Before she could object, Anora rose and accompanied Atisha downstairs. Avis scowled after them. "How can she suggest torture? Aren't we supposed to be better than those rogues?"<br/><br/>Larteis noticed little of the conversation, absorbed in the study of the booklet. Bellant laid next to him, trying to listen to snatches of the conversation below. It was impossible to hear anything. He sighed and turned his head. Could the prisoner know who Larteis was? If his identity was revealed, they would have to fly, and fast. He didn't know where they would possibly go. His tail swished back and forth discontentedly.<br/><br/>When Atisha and Anora emerged again, the two raised their head. At Atisha's question, Bellant said drily, "I do not mind, as long as Larteis comes with me." He stood. Most since he had come here seemed to forget he was intelligent, but he expected more from an Alftar.<br/><br/>"I've found some things too," Larteis added, waving the book. "But what did you discover?"