Vinadine smiled genuinely at both the priestess and the warrior, though, looking back from the doll faced woman to her gentleman friend, she shook her head as she grasped a bag of gold coins “while I accept both of your assistance in finding the blacksmith, and remind you that, its no problem that it has taken this time before we make our way there, I couldn't ask for money from you, I am quite capable of paying, for you are helping enough as it is Lennart” Each spoken word was coated in as much sweetness as she could genuinely squeeze out from between her blue, thin lips, blue eyes glowing brilliantly as she looked at him.<br/><br/>At that, she turned to look at the priestess once more, smiling as she tried to discern the expression on her brow, as if something was on her mind besides the drinks and her armour. She hadn't much time before the rumbling of cold stone beneath her feet caused her to drift a bit to the side, catching a wall for support, almost dropping poor Norbert in the process, smiling down at the odd thing as she caught herself, eyes locking onto a group of Orcs rush past them, knocking the priest against the rogue. She made out a few words between them, but her mind was a little more focused on what caused the ground to move beneath her. Looking to the group, words flowing from her lips.<br/><br/>“I may be new here, but.. I'm going to assume that's not an everyday thing” The voice within laughed at her, of course it wasn't, she wanted those last words back, she probably looked quite the fool.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>