<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xVOh4uv.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Aloisa Kriechjagd<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Asylum - Guest room<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Basic clothing.<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Polite conversation<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>the party<br/><hr/><br/>Aloisa blinked at the door as the malicious voice rasped through, frowning she settled near her pile of goods, pulling the stone she had used on her ax earlier and drawing her dagger, but paused with a frown, now really missing her old whetstone set... She had spent a whole gold coin on it.. Instead she picked up a piece of her leather armor and stretched it out, taking her dagger and stropping it over the surface in a slow soft rasp, "Cant imagine why people might be uncomfortable here..."<br/><br/>A smile at the mention of a drink, "Sadly i had to trade away my flask and the brandy in it for our equipment. Heh, i had even filled it with the finest brandy the ship had in its stock. Almost wish i had taken time to learn the name... but I doubt I'll be able afford jt<br/>again.<br/><br/>She listened quietly to Faelyns story, nodding at the end... "Far to many people are content to just "let things solve themselves" and sit back and watch their homes burn." Her voice held a sour note, like that of someone who also had had to deal with the same issue in the past. "What about you Corinne, Zoe. What draws your interest to the mists..?"<br/><br/>She took the blade in hand, looking it over before slowly cleaning it on a scrap of cloth and inspecting the edge, drawing it down her fingernail where it almost immediately catches in. A dissatisfied look on her face she resumes her stropping, a nice slow soft sound as she gives her attention back to Corinne and Zoe.