As her name popped up mid conversation, she moved closer once again, enough with the self consultation, smiling as her desire to purchase new armour was high lighted, nodding slowly and smiling for everyone’s benefit, an inward<i>About time, don't mess this up, get your armour and get out of this mess</i>. Well she would like to get the armour sorted, but she enjoyed the idea of a drink.<br/><br/>“Well.. if you wouldn't mind, I would very much like to get my armour sorted, as you can see, this isn't going to last much longer hm?” she attempted to put a little sweetness into her voice, as deathly and cold as it was, her curses on taint upon the words that flowed from her scarcely wet tongue. She would have enjoyed a drink first and then armour, she was just, really hoping to get out of this battered old plate, and into something more protected.<br/><br/>“But yes.. I would like that, if its no trouble, I'm sure not all of you need to show me if others prefer to head to this place for a drink?” She was possibly being to nice, she shouldn't worry so much, all was good<i>Your weak, pathetic, go back to being dead</i>. Well she wasn't happy, when was she ever though?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>