Mostly she'd hung around in various inns, cadging drinks and meals from men more optimistic than wise; not that Alizome couldn't afford her own food, but one did what one must to keep skills active. She had no appetite for roaming the little town, not with her dragonmark telling her something was very wrong. That wasn't something she wanted to advertise, and made a mental note to try to learn enough of the tattooing arts to conceal it at her soonest opportunity. It comes as something of a relief when summoned by Surkil again, and a further mission is laid out; "I'm on board," she says laconically as she sits sideways in a chair with one leg draped over the side. "Beats going home until I can figure out more of this dragonmark thing, and this town is<span style="font-style: italic">boring</span>." She delivers the verdict as though it were a curse. Taking the news of the danger that Xarces extracts with a placid nod, "I wondered about that. And I fully agree that I'd rather get eaten by someone- preferably some cute guy- than have a shadow curse eat me from inside, but hopefully we'll have plenty of time. I wonder if eating more people would speed it up or slow it down? ...no way to tell."