The corner of her lips quivered and formed a rather crooked smile, the best Vinadine could come up with at the moment, smiling hadn't been something she had practised on her way to Durotar or Tirisfal. Reaching out slowly, she grasped the offered hand in a somewhat shaky grip, before releasing it once more, arm swinging back to idle at her side, clicking her knuckles against her exposed thigh bone.<br/><br/>“I see, nice to meet you Maoria, my name is.. Vinadine, you may shorten it or do what you wish.. either works for me I guess” she spoke slowly, as if not sure about her own words, a severe lack of interest perhaps. In all honesty, she had not had any idea what a first meeting with a  stranger would require of her, she pushed such random thoughts away, 'an hour Vina, just one bloody hour' that voice chided her once more, causing her to focus once again at the woman’s words, she was telling her where the smithy was.<br/><br/>“Thank you, I uh..” she trailed off, not really able to get a word in over those of the priestess, instead she nodded just a little, in the corner of her blue eyes, she noticed the shadowing figure just reading to himself, not a slightest bit of interest towards them, so she thought anyway. Returning her attention once again, she caught the last of what the woman had said, something about alchemists.. ah she really should have paid more attention.<br/><br/>“Alright, I'll uh.. I'll wait right here.. I supposed..” her words were mumbled, she hadn't expected anyone to hear them, watching as the well clothed woman headed off towards.. what was it again, ah the alchemist, before a very haggard voice caught her attention. She cast her eye down at the bundled heap of a man, not phased at all by the head against his thigh, all manner of things strewn out beside him, quite a sight he was.<br/><br/>“Oh?.. so she was mistaken.. or lying.. couldn't hurt to take a look around.. though could it?” she tilted her head slightly, rapping her knuckled against her exposed thigh, summing up the sight before her, his voice was much more forced than that of the priest, perhaps he was in a state of decay.. she had no idea to be frank, guess work is all she had. “What.. may I ask.. are you doing..?”<br/><br/>While she asked this, she cast a quick glance over at where the woman had gone, not sure what to make out of the scene, but that was hardly surprising in her position. She could have sworn their was a human captive in that cage 'would it be sorry of me to think iv had a little to much 'adventure' today... no doubt. Your not a child' not wishing to dwell on it, she returned to the bundle of flesh and bone below, waiting for an answer.. or grunt, she didn't mind which.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>