Inyrra simply watched the proceedings. She shook her head, still fighting to banish the words that had insinuated themselves into her mind. She frowned at the thoughts that the words conjured up, the vivid almost real mental images of betrayal, jealousy and seduction. The tiefling's breath shuddered as she tried again and again to banish the thoughts, but she could not shake them, not completely. As it was she crept along behind the group, making sure to keep them all in her eye line, just to be sure that none would get the drop on her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>