<span style="color: lightgreen">"Aye. Not much of a family resemblance, but that's cause she's adopted. I ah, picked her up on the road. Orphaned you know. Little tyke can get rather, ah what's the word, aggressive. She doesn't look it, but when we're alone, she's quite a fire brand! Ah yes, she'd yell and bicker with me, but I take that in stride. Had a hard upbringing you know, so I do my best."</span>Sheo took a swig of grog and took an empty mug, pouring some for Avis. She also slid over the basket of cashew nuts. Sheo took a long swig from Grog, almost thirty seconds long. Eventually she put her head down and let out a satisfied breath, which reeked of booze. She at least had the good decency to not break towards Avis, but it did nothing to block the smell.<span style="color: lightgreen">"What's a girl like you doing out on the road anyways? You don't look like you're packing too much to be on a journey. Don't look like the rest of the natives. Makes me wonder what sort of life brought you here, and how it made you want to come to the defense of this Magnus character."</span>Briefly Sheo turned her head towards Magnus. She wasn't sure if she had ever made proper introductions with him either, and was very much concerned about how or why Atisha would come to his aid. Something of a motherly instinct; Magnus seemed like a nice person, but he was still a stranger to Sheo. And Sheo always had a good sense of caution around strangers, more so if she has her dagger on her belt and Grog in her hand.