Honestly, Aron had made a good suggestion. Chira was too noisy, and Garth was likely going to be better off keeping their 'heavy hitter' going if things ended up getting bad. Plus, Chira was fast on those four legs - it meant she could not old carry Garth if needed, but it also meant she could get to them quickly if something DID go wrong. It was...honestly a little surprising. As much as she'd figured banding together with a group of convicts off a ship was a temporary thing at best, something to only last until they reached landfall...it was actually quite PLEASANT having them around, and they responded well to her despite her...demonic heritage. Yes. This entire thing might work out nicely. A good group to get things done, and eventually she could start further investigating just what in the heck happened to her, perhaps something that might spur a little more of those deep-hidden memories to the surface. Plus, they smelled AMAZING, which...honestly, made her stomach grumble just a little bit, despite having just had a little bit of breakfast. The human she'd eaten the day before had taken the edge off, but she was still drastically underfed, and there had been the question of the girl's soul as well - one or two more meals of THAT caliber, and she'd be back in top form, but...well, her allies were likely not the best source of protein she had. Maybe. Even if they smelled delicious...<br/><br/>It's with those very thoughts in mind that she left the Inn with Xarius, and hardly had they stepped beyond the threshhold before she drapes herself against his arm, pulling herself firmly up against his side "Well, how does freedom feel? Even if that freedom means you're attached to a bunch of vagabonds and outlaws like us. Not that 'I' am one..." She adds sweetly, smiling just enough to reveal her bright, white teeth beyond the red of her lipstick - where had she gotten LIPSTICK?!<br/><br/>"So..." She continues on, hugging herself up against his arm tightly, embracing it in the warmth of her cleavage just visible through her top. Her skin felt a few degrees hotter than it had when she'd first touched him aboard the ship, as though her most recently meal had done wonders beyond just making her look not quite-so-skinny. It was not quite unpleasant, but certainly noticable, though her eyes had lost that sort of soft, ember glow that suffused them during the times of more duress just a few days prior "...You think I look nice, mmm?" She questions, fishing for an affirmation if for no other reason than to caress her own vanity "Was certainly task. Weeks of grime took more than one good scrubbing, and my hair was an absolute mess. Lucky I managed to find a nice brush, or I'd have looked like a wet dog this morning. Tangles everywhere." Brushing a hand through her hair to move a few stray strands out of her eyes, she immediately returns her hand to his arm, clutching it as if unwilling to take more than few steps away from her 'protector' "Now, we just need to make enough money to get off this rock, and we can go our separate ways. Or...you could stay with me." she says with a little smile, her wings ruffling softly on her back "...I actually think I like that option a bit more, come to think of it. Strong, handsome catboy, protecting me from all the dangers of the world..." Exhaling a soft little giggle, she curls her thin, spaded tail around his middle, laying her head against his shoulder as they walked "Plus, you'll keep me in check, won't you? It's been a long time since I've visited the mortal plane. I think.."<br/><br/>Clucking her tongue against the top of her mouth, she briefly falls silent, a thin frown forming on her lips. HAD it been a long time since she'd visited the material plane? She recalled it, brief glimpses of it. A wolf-boy mage that had summoned her, asking a boon in exchange for his soul. She'd made him powerful, but exactly one year later, come to claim her debt. Mmm, and how delicious that wolfboy had tasted. The flavor, she remembered distinctly, and the sensation of his soul suffusing her own essence long after he'd been digested. Then there was the human girl who'd called upon her for simple vengeance, something she was happy to provide, in exchange for becoming her 'property'. Again, the flash of memory that followed was...she KNEW it, but why was it so fuzzy and disjointed? She recalled the girl in her court, the pleasures of the flesh they'd shared, how she'd become one of her more trusted 'slaves', even if that term was, perhaps, a little too strong. Slowly but surely corrupting the girl, making her --<br/><br/>FEH! It all felt so far away now, and it was annoying in the extreme. One thing was sure - she did NOT belong here, and not while she was this piteous, this weak. She just needed to figure out how to get back to where she DID belong.<br/><br/>Pushing the thoughts from her mind, Delia instead focuses on just enjoying the time with Xarius, stopping at a few temples with little to no results. Some side-shopping, given the answers were not favorable, and it was on to the second course of action - finding a mage or something of the sort that might be able to explain further.<br/><br/>None of it made sense, though.<br/><br/>Someone invisible? Unlikely, given they'd both heard the voice at roughly the same time. Even more unlikely was that they were using a spell to communicate to both of them - the doors and walls were anti-magic, meaning nothing magic in or out. So, if someone had entered while invisible, wouldn't they have just...appeared? They didn't even open her door, only sliding food through a little slot.<br/><br/>No. As much as she wanted to find an answer, this was not it. There were too many things that would have had to fall into place perfectly. Their magic not being affected by the room itself. Their magic not being affected by Xarius' room on top of that, if they chose to whisper a message or something else of the sort. It would just take considerable power, and then came the question of why they'd done it in the first place. They'd demanded nothing, they'd asked nothing, and had not even responded beyond that single message and unlocking them. It...made her head hurt, honestly, and at the end of it all, she felt like she was absolutely no closer to uncovering who - or what - had spoken to them than when they'd begun.<br/><br/>It is clear that the rejection and useless information was starting to take it's toll on the Succubus' chipper mood, and though she remains pressed up against Xarius' side the entire time they walk, he can feel a subtle increase in her temperature, and that faint, glowing ember returns to her eyes by the end of it all. Useless. All useless. She should have eaten a priest. That might have made him a little more loose with his tongue - but it was not a time to draw too much attention to themselves. They'd done enough of that already, with the ship, and would do it even further with their planned raid later that night...so, she just fumes in relative silence, choosing to devote her attention to Xarius when her best efforts at information fail "So, what do YOU think happened with all of this...voices freeing us and all?"