Having smiled gently along with her nods, in reply to Brelia's agreeance with her own thought process, and perhaps even moreso at that nice little shoulderpat, the noodle replied with a quick, "Mhm! And hopefully, now that we are free again, we should be able to come by way more income, so we likely won't need to have that great of a nest egg!" She was however both quite suprised, and a little bummed out that the kitty seemed to have already decided to head out shopping alone, having called back, "Ermh, okay? Will you still come with me when I go out shopping? I am not really any good at bartering!", before she slithered along into the Tipsy Unicorn.<br/><br/>To say the least, Nilia was more than a little perplexed at how the huge, interestingly muscular orc lady seemed to be able to pronounce fruit perfectly well, then went on to talk in a totally unrecognizable language to her. Accepting the mug with a hesitant, "Uh, thank you!", half in confusion and half due to her mostly good manners, the lamia's gaze shifted from examining the barkeep, to looking at the sort of cute glass of grog in her hands. The umbrella kinda made it better, a little bit atleast! And so, with a sigh as she abandoned her hopes for a cider or anything else, the rather thirsty noodle downed her first glass of alcohol in a while! Though it certainly was strong, and a bit... odd tasting, save for a shudder, the hefty snakegirl was completely unaffected by the drink. She wasn't even a little buzzed, and certainly not enough to loosen a bit up and actually join in the wrestling, like she wanted to. And so, she just watched until Irice arrived.<br/><br/>Being still almost completely sober, the noodle's conversation with the warpriest/party-blacksmith went along swimmingly, mostly because Nilia had the good senses to just quiet down and listen to someone more knowledgeable. Nodding away, Nilia only raised her voice to note, "Well, Brelia, and a lot of our other members of our little ragtag group of survivors do not seem to keen on waiting to have armour made for us, instead of buying something already pre-produced, but, uhm, if you could help me pick out some good, fitting chainmail, as well as a shield and mace or something, I would really appreciate it!"<br/><br/>However, with Brelia still not to be spotted inside the tavern, and Irice on her way to join in the wrestling frey, Nilia temporarily gives up on her intentions to drag the oread and kitty along for another shopping spree, and instead just fully approaches the wrestling group alongside her ally.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Fortitude check: 23 <!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="https://orokos.com/roll/653319">https://orokos.com/roll/653319</a><!-- m --></div></div></div>