With the kitty, Brelia, being the first one to respond to her besides the crowds throwing rotten food at the oread, and Nilia seeming to somewhat agree with her sentiment, she shrugs at the little kitten's comment.  "Not like I don't value those type of relationships, but you I'd have to say you all are far too young to take into consideration any enduring commitments.  Besides, I serve my god as best I can...was the main point of me taking place in these games.  If you think you have something to offer kitty...we'll figure things out when you've shown what you've got."  Irice says, not reacting in the angry manner the catfolk had anticipated.  But then, Irice wasn't one much swayed by passionate emotions herself, since her line of work, not to mention her upbringing, gave her the patience of stone.<br/><br/>"As to where I'm bound next, I can always find work at the forge.  A little ways away from here, I have my smithing gear and my normal armor and weapon sequestered away in a manner where only one of my kind could find it.  Has to do with stonework and all that...obscure dwarven lore to most of you.  I can always build more armor, though making a weapon is...a bit more problematic for me.  Requires different set of tools than for armor after all."  With Jon and Lensea pitching in their opinions, Irice nods a bit, then turns to Adrian whom she notices is about to quaff a healing potion.  She puts a hand on his arm to prevent him from doing so, and calling on the blessings of the Forgemaster, begins to heal the male catfolks wounds.  "Better to save your potions for whenever I've expended all my healing magic.  Never know when<span style="font-style: italic">I</span>may need healing myself, after all."  She says by way of explanation.m<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/639815">http://orokos.com/roll/639815</a>m(( 7 wounds healed unless Jonat says more are healed, not certain how she's treating Cure Light Wounds since Brelia healed with her modifier it seems like. ))<br/><br/>As she's talking to the others and healing the male catfolk, it can be noticed that she's especially not paying any attention to the guards or the centaur.  It's as though the oread doesn't regard their existence, and she does very little to interact with them in any way, except if forced to acknowledge them, in which case she does so with open disdain.  The only regard she gives them is an appraising look, as though the guards or centaurs are worthy of nothing more than being a meal for her.  While she's not the most cordial with her allies, at least she's willing to make plans and possibly amenable to some flirtation from the rest of the group, despite a great distinction in her age and theirs.  In response to Jon's wondering about the lay of the land, Irice seems to be quite knowledgeable about the general area, especially around the area where she hid her equipment.  She doesn't, however, seem to know too many specifics about any adventurers guilds, as her own profession saw to it that she didn't have to risk her life when she could instead outfit others to risk theirs.