<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xVOh4uv.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Aloisa Kriechjagd<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Asylum - Parlor<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Basic clothing.<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Sleeping like a guard, suspicion. Knives in the dark.<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>The party<br/><hr/><br/>Aloisa frowned as she looked around, carefully tucking her weapons away back in their little slings in easy reach if something horrible suddenly lunged out of the shadows at them. "I do not like this. There is far to much unnatural going on here..." Her voice wasn't a whisper, the tones forced quiet always came off more loud and grabbed attention, while with her tone left flat and voice just allowed tp drift out it floated only to those close by, at least unless something had much better hearing then elves and humans.<br/><br/>She moved back to the door and checked it over with a frown, "I can jimmy this shut to keep anything from coming through the door after the sleeping mlles. Short of staying here, its the only thing I can think of to keep them safe... Short of leaving and stealing a ship. Which is just impractical." She looks to the others for their opinion.<br/><br/>Afterwards she sighs and looks around again, "Well.. What next? Danae, where did you and Margaret go..? Exactly what happened..?"