Inyrra let out a soft sigh as Himmel told the group to expect that everything and everyone was an enemy and that their lives would be in danger from start to finish. Well on the bright side that was not terribly different from her normal outlook. She was always on guard, it was a side-effect of growing up amongst people that were hostile to her for her looks alone. As though she had a choice in her birth. She was also not a fan of how tightly packed the group was, surely someone would notice, if they ahd not already. She bit her lip as they walked and her eyes cast to each member of the group for signs that they suspected her. For what had to have been the tenth time in the very short time since they had gotten together otside the church, Aya offered up a distraction at the comment about how she would look in a dress. The image that conjured in Inyrra's mind was fine indeed.<span style="color: indigo">"I think that you would look spectacular in a dress Aya." </span>Her voice said in a soft, sweet tone.<br/><br/>Aeshallyn's comment about farmboys made her blush at the thought and her mind practically screamed for her to just pin the mage against the wall and leave her incapable of thinking about farmboys for a good, long while. She barely managed to resist the urge and keep following, watching, keeping her eyes focused on Gajol's back as they walked, drawing strength from the towering warrior's presence. The occasional times when her gaze slipped to either Aya's backside or Aeshallyn's delectable breasts made her shiver but she managed to maintain focus. Once they were out onto the street, Inyrra spread out a little, liking to be free to move.<span style="color: indigo">"well Gajol, lead the way so we can see if our high and mighty cleric is as good as his word."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>