She looked over her shoulder, a quick glance from the rogue down the head made a bright smile appear on her hidden face. The light of a candle they were passing however lid up her face and gave the rogue a view of her amused and brightly golden eyes shining trough the shadows of her hood. She chuckled softly, thinking that head was some sight to walk around with. "So... " She scraped her throat in an attempt to break the silence. "What brings you here rogue? Especially walking around with that rather amusing friend of yours... Norbert" Her laugh brightened up the dark halls of undercity as they passed sewers. She glanced over the deathknights figure, admiring her muscled body. She always had envied the lean and toned muscles that seemed to be evident in every warrior. The hardship of training and wearing the heavy plate would surely be the reasons of it, compared to her lithe and slender body she looked like a bug that would be squashed easily. A smirk spread over her face at the mere thought of how wrong many people had been before, thinking she was easily pushed into a corner or even be an easy target to kill. The many satisfying screams of torturing the bodies of those men that tried their tricks on her... She glimpsed back at Vinadine, a slight blush on her face. "I hope you will find the blacksmith skilled enough to aid you with your gear. It looks like you still use the attire, obtained from the late king's forces... I don't know if he can or will fix it.."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>