Ariel looked to the bearded man, the last to speak, for a short moment, straining her brow as if deciding how she felt about what he had said. The zealout in her screamed that this was a serious matter -- but, tempered with gentleness, another part of her realized that levity could sometimes be for the best. If these four, herself included, were to leave here and most likely die in the Abyss, it did not seem entirely unreasonable to have tea beforehand.<br/><br/>She let her eyes gaze over the others present -- obviously, the illithid was an attention stealer, especially in his unusual garb and the fact that he had already invaded her mind with his telepathy. She would have to keep her eye on him, for though she believed in kindness and forgiveness, nor was she a fool.<br/><br/>Nor would it be wise to trust a drow without great reason. Though this one was dark and lovely in a way that made her small, powerful heart pound, oftentimes the most destructive gifts came in the most beautiful packages. With this team, she would have to be a shining beacon of morality and balance, a driving force that said when enough was enough. She simply hoped she would have the strength.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>