She tilted her head once more, wrapping her knuckles back and forth against her thigh bone, considering what the rogue was saying, she could not put her finger on his body language or his way with words. As his focus returned to that of his book, she looked up, idly glancing around the corner of the city they occupied, her possible escort still busy with the alchemist.<br/><br/>'Pity, more than likely, look at you.. not a clue what so ever.. or.. maybe she's in the same boat.. to a  degree, better than nothing' she mulled over his words, glancing back at him as he read his dusty tome, giving that severed head a good look. It wasn't especially interesting, having walked amongst the bodies of the living dead, abominations making up a large part of the Lichkings forces, it was nothing new.. though the fact it was in his possession.. just.. there at his thigh.. odd, she really would have liked to know his business.<br/><br/>“I guess you could say that, perhaps not 'new' its been a while now.. but I'm still as naive as if I had been risen yesterday, id guess..” she answered his small question, paying his indeterminable tone no attention, lowering her eyes to gaze into his own, holding it there till she hears the priestess much lighter voice.<br/><br/>“In any case, I appreciate any help you can give, Maoria.. though I doubt, I'll make for much conversation.. I'll try..” she once again attempted to smile at the woman, unable to get close to that well practised smile on the other woman's face. She studied her as she spoke to the rogue further, detecting even a hint of jest.. or sarcasm there, it made her wonder what she hid behind that friendly, playful visage.. unless that was how she always was.. unlikely, Vina would wager.<br/><br/>“Either would be fine, Priestess.. though any chance to see the city may help. Possibly somewhere to update my gear, iv been using these remnants for too long” she replied, casting a glance over her ebon armour, full plate from head to toe, only the gaps revealing her exposed bone offering any other colour than the darkest of blacks, she had awoken to this armour, it was about time she left that last part of her service to a dead king behind.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>