"No it surely isn't... " She rubbed her arms with a painful smile over her lips as she looked back to Vinadine.<br/><br/>"All the more reason to hurry to the warrior's quarter..." She looked back to the rogue, a soft gentle smile spreading over her lips as she muttered an excuse for bumping into him. Her pained bones were stretched, and almost as if she was trying to hide it, she stood behind Vinadine and casted some light into her own flesh. The warm soft glow of the hatred power within the walls of Undercity made her skin wrinkle, and little rays of light could escape trough the neat stitched of her patchwork skin. After she was done, putting a cape over her work, she strutted towards the entrance of the warrior's quarters.<br/><br/>"Let's go, before we stay here even longer, and letting miss Vinadine wait forever for her gear..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>