<span style="color: blue">"You strike me as a poor person to be indebted to."</span>Shaking her head Llara stumbled over to her drake and leaned against it. Between her rusted limbs and exhaustion from the trip she slid down to her butt and eventually laid down. Jim looked to Llara then to the Elf "Uh, sure. I don't know how Sharindia is but if she's friendly I'd like to meet here. Brit and I could use a roof over our heads until we can get to Whisperia. Llara over there and her drake could use some rest too." He kissed Britomart again then moved to knock on the door.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>