Despite the fact that Vina had only asked such a question to break the ever choking silence that surrounded the group as they entered the heart of the war Quarter, but she was quite intrigued by the reply she had been whispered so softly. Tilting her head as she thought to herself, It seemed as if even the kindest of people had connections to the less than legal? Or would there even be such a thing in this city of rotting corpses, Laws were something she had come to expect from the undead here, including the Dark Lady they all revered.<br/><br/>With a soft smile, she looked back before them, thinking to herself, the voice had been particularly quiet too, perhaps biding its time to flail at her for whatever reason this time.. or maybe she was just as intrigued by this, they both wanted the armour afterall, must be some grounds they were together on<i>Don't push it, I hate you.. now get our gear and get out of here.</i>Well that pretty much answered her thoughts, she grimaced at the reply, but some part of her was relived that it was still there.. where she could keep an 'eye' on it.<br/><br/>“Say.. Lennart..” she stopped.. instead turning a little. Moving backwards as she faced the group “If you would like.. you people can feel free to head to the tavern, I'm sure I'l be in good hands with Lennart here.. and I couldn't ask you all to stand and watch me fuss over gear now could I?” she tried her best to be polite. Suggestive but not forceful.. hopefully that's how she came across as”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>