<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xVOh4uv.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Aloisa Kriechjagd<br/><strong>Location: </strong>The Charolette, Saloon<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Light Crimson Sarong covering legs and hips, black silk sash "covering" her chest<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Dazed and hazed in the malaise<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Aloisa frowned slightly as people spoke so flippantly of going up into The Mist... Only the Spoiled Creme, heh, would be so foolish to wander out into it as if It would suddenly notice Who they were and suck in Its gut and come to attention like a shiny new houseman... She breathed a small puff and reached for the bottle, giving a small grunt as her fingers, some how having ended up tangled in the long thin braids of her hair, gave them a sharp tug as she reached. She lightly flicked her wrists to untangle and poured another small drink from the bottle into one of the fine small crystal glasses, they only held a few small sips at a time, but she found she liked it like that, giving ample chance to savor the flavor rather then just slinging it back all at once. ... She wondered if any of the crew would notice a few of the small glasses going missing...<br/><br/>She blinked as Eloise stopped by her chair, giving her a brief polite look over, "Of course there is something out there..." She picked up the freshly poured drink and sipped down half at once before offering the remainder to Eloise as she smacked her lips with a small lick. "The Mists." There is a long beat as she lets her heavy words hang in the air before her face cracks into a smile and she gives a small sigh and lifted herself up from her chair and stretched luxuriously, pops and cracks from her joints as she smiles, "But it would be a shame to leave all of them unattended, so I suppose I shall have to play chaperone."<br/><br/>She takes a moment to adjust her sash and sarong to cover herself, and her scars, while discretely making sure her daggers are still in place. Sure it might be something of a faux pas with this group, but one didnt spend the time she did shuffling through the nights chasing Erza knows what to leave yourself unarmed. You just made sure to hide them very well. She offered her arm companionably to Eloise before making her way towards the way up,  a brief little shiver running up her back if the arm was accepted and she suddenly felt a little light headed before she remembered to breath...