<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/50/d7/1a/50d71a11f48e22255fd9d592f763aa35.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><strong>Niamh Deasún</strong></div></div>The feel of the mage's strong body behind her, only a little taller than her own figure and firm with muscle, surprised her, her breath catching and had it not been for his hand on the reins along with her own Snowdrop likely would have won this particular 'argument'. Instead the horse calmed as Adan's hand settled on the long elegant bridge of his head, the horse snorting as if in disbelief at her words, yet Adan's voice settled him completely. Niamh had raw envy at that ability, particularly as her shoulders ached in protest at the rough treatment, though the heat of Adan's touch against her hand brought back that flustered surprise as she realized that perhaps she had been alone for too long a passage of time.<br/><br/>To busy herself the bard caressed the horses neck, petting him when he was already calm to try and buy time until she had her composure together. Granted a near death experience was a good enough reason to have it jumbled a touch. Adan. Corbin. She flashed them a smile that revealed dimples when she grinned wide enough, wondering if she should even try to protest that they were arranging her saddle bags and distributing the load. Being treated as a lady was something she had thought long behind her. The demon's quip about being opinionated as Snowdrop prompted another laugh to spill from her lips into the wet evening air, her blue eyes dancing with mirth even as she pressed a kiss to Snowdrop's nose in affection that the horse allowed for the moment. "Ah, but opinionated males grow on you after a time."<br/><br/>"I'm Niamh Deasún, though the last name likely doesn't mean much this far from my homeland." The query about where she was headed prompted a casual shrug of her shoulders, for in truth she had no destination other than somewhere new. "I have no destination to my travels; when I came of age I left home to see the world so I wander now and sing for my supper. Though I suppose Snowdrop guides some of my wandering, he has a dislike for roads that lead north, which I find ironic given the name I gave him and his dislike for cold."<br/><br/>Glancing at them she wondered how they might take an offer to join their party, after all she was talented in many things and they would be far more interesting company than just her horse. Not to mention a level of safety she could appreciate after the brawl in the tavern. Deciding there was nothing to lose by making the offer she stepped closer to both of them, the horse's reins still in hand and a smile bright on her lips. "I don't suppose you would be open to a bard joining you in your journey? A mage and a demon together, that has to be song worthy and I'd love to learn more about both magic and demons." Her eyes sparkled, full of the promise of mischief. "I have plenty of stories, a skill at cooking and I'll even darn anything that needs mending. It's been months since I had a good debate about the practices of magic, and very few scholars have had a chance to speak with a demon without, well, certain dangers."<br/><br/>There was a distant sound of something shattering, and then a shout, that had her glancing back toward the tavern and inn with a degree of wariness in her gaze. "Though, regardless, we likely should get moving on soon. I'm not that great at night riding, though I can stumble along on foot  if one of you would rather ride."