The walk had been largely uneventful and Inyrra enjoyed the open road. She put a little distance between herself and the group, instinctively seperating herself. Her eyes drift to Aya as she goes on about the dress, and the tiefling finds herself trying to imagine the bubbly elf naked. That voice in her head told her how easy it would be to make it a reality but as usual she banished it to the back of her mind. She heard the cleric mutter under his breath, her keen hearing easily picking out his words. He was right, but it was still comical. He sounded as though he felt left out. She spoke, just loud enough for Aeshallyn to hear, and possibly Maren and Aya's elven hearing.<span style="color: indigo">"Well Aeshallyn, if you cannot find a young farmboy to sate your needs, perhaps you can bring out a jovial side of our cleric here. He seems like he could use a bit of fun."</span><br/><br/>She smiled at Gajol's mention of her outfit. She felt bad being amused by something htat made the barbarian upset, but she did seem to wish she could slay the outfit in question. As they came upon a stand of trees she heard the crunching of leaves and saw the figure emerge. She lightly rested her hand on the hilt of her throwing dagger but otherwise stood still and relaxed, letting one of the others address the man.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>