Teanna felt a bit uneasy regarding Tcion. Both on the trek here and now especially. She had some knowledge in deception and just felt it in her gut that the woman was somehow hiding something, she was just too..... she could not put a finger on it. She would have to risk confronting her in the future, at the very least to settle her unease regarding the raven-haired alchemist. A twitch of excitement caught her off guard at the prospect of Tcion being a tiefling as well, or at least someone to confide in, should the rest be less than accepting of her kind.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff00ff">"Knowledge is good. If we find something to help against the demons..."</span><span style="color: #000000"> she hesitated for a moment, clutching her hands together under her cloth concealment <span style="color: #ff00ff">"... it would mean we save a lot of lives in the future." <span style="color: #000000">she smiled to herself, her words half true at least. </span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #000000">Teanna blinked, flabbergasted at the priestess' confession and, truth be told also a bit excited, her accursed blood starting to heat up in her body and her loins especially. That thought got chilled down quickly as she cast her obscured gaze at the paladin, the rough man frightening her, perhaps just as much as Tcion made her uneasy. He might be the one to least accept her nature though his words rang all too true regarding the dangers of the ruins.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #000000"><span style="color: #ff00ff">"I-if i may ask. H-how do you all feel towards the ones with t-tainted blood? The t-tieflings?" <span style="color: #000000">she gulped and leaned forward a bit, clutching a gloved hand under the cloth hood concealing her.</span></span></span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>