"Whuh?" Calia seems to be thrown out of a deep thought as Mirana places the tankard of of ale in front of me. "Oh, thanks," she adds, as she realizes that it was only another drink. She looks back to the piece of paper spread out on the table in front of her. On it are the basic templates that the half-giant uses to start her clothing designs from. However, despite the amount of time that she's spent sitting at the table, no marks have been made on the page yet. Calia picks up her pencil and holds it over the sheet as though about to make a mark, but before she can figure out what design she wants to go for, her mind once more returns to the subject that's been bothering her.<br/><br/>"I can't believe they followed me all the way here," she thinks to herself. "On one hand, I suppose it makes things easier, because now I don't have to track them down, but I'd have much rather brought the fight to them." Calia lets out a deep sigh as she eyes her drink, then takes a long sip before continuing her train of thought. "But what am I going to do when they actually catch up to me? I know what I<span style="font-style: italic">could</span>do, what I'd do if I caught up with them out in the wilderness, but I don't know how well that will go over here... Well, I suppose if anybody has a problem with me dealing with mercenaries in that way, I can just tell them I'm doing my part to help with the famine."<br/><br/>At that last thought, Calia chuckles a little to herself, feeling she's reached a decent solution to the problem. She drinks a bit more of her ale before turning her attention fully to the design template and finally making some progress, beginning to sketch out a couple of new ideas she'd been thinking about earlier in the day.