Upon arrival at the eating areas, Breila takes a moment to consider her options, which is not limited to the choice of foodstuffs. Eventually she makes her choice, though that choice would definitely hurt her in the coinpurse. Before doing anything, she casts a quick Cure Light Wounds spell on herself so as to not give the appearance of being wounded... though the only thing that had hurt her the entire time was the aura of decay.<br/><br/>m<a class="postlink" href="https://orokos.com/roll/702245">https://orokos.com/roll/702245</a>mRestoring 8 HP to self<br/><br/>Now that her health is topped off and<span style="font-style: italic">technically</span>doesn't need to lick her wounds anymore, she steps ahead of the rest of the party, turns around to face them, then adjusts her fake glasses.<br/><br/>"I think that I'll network with the fine diners. Y'know, get to know a few people, maybe chat up some old acquaintances," she says to the others, turning her head toward the fine dining area. She could eventually get at least one of them in her pocket, too, though she doesn't say that part out loud. "I don't think I'll have a problem going in there alone..." she extends a hand out to the group with a smile, offering for (at least) one of them to take it. "But it is generally proper conduct to go to those kinds of places with a date."