<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 snark laden comments exchanged between the two men had Niamh just barely holding back laughter, after all she didn't want to offend them. Typically she would be less worried about such things, though a near death experience had her a little more mindful of such things as tact. Though if that was a good way to express gratitude, purchasing a fine vintage, she could certainly look into it. "Perhaps they were just looking for someone to vent their foul mood upon." Her tone expressed ire at the fact any outsider likely would have found themselves in a similar circumstance. At the man, who she thought might be a mage just because of how he handled himself thanks to the bittersweet memories of her father, offered to get her things she blinked wide eyed in surprise.<br/><br/>"Oh, no, I didn't mean, that is.... you both helped me out by saving my life." A glance at the two of them, clearly already planning to move forward with the plan to retrieve her things and she found a smile twitching at the corners of her lips. "Okay, if you do this then I will repay it, somehow."<br/><br/>She turned an assessing eye on Adan, wondering if he could handle her rather stubborn gelding, Snowdrop. "Getting my horse might be a two person job, he's rather.... opinionated." To put it mildly. Honestly within a month of purchasing him she had wondered if the process of gelding the horse, not something she fully approved of in the first place, only deepened his stubborn streak. But the trader had made it clear that Snowdrop was about to be sold for parts as it were. So she had purchased the creature and for her trouble ended up walking more often than riding. At least his large build made it easy for him to carry her things. "His name is Snowdrop, he's a silver gray with white dappled on his hind quarters and face, thus the name. Just be careful when you get within kicking distance, it took me a few days to work out his sweet spots to avoid getting launched in the air." And still had the bruises to prove it, not that she had ever once thought of giving up on the horse.<br/><br/>A glance at Corbin had a smile curving on her lips, his sense of energy endearing to her. Oh and to think of all the questions she might get answered if they would let her travel with them for a time. She was a talented cook, and knew any number of tales and handy things. Somehow she needed to convince them to let her stay. It also helped that they were both so easy on the eyes, not to mention hysterical. "It's the third room in." The bard lifted her hand, stepping closer to the demon male to gesture toward the room in his line of sight. "Most of it is still packed, just saddle bags and a lute, most of the stuff I actually leave with Snowdrop. Anyone trying to get near him he doesn't know ends poorly. I have my cloak hung up, a book on the desk, I believe that's it."<br/><br/>Niamh bit her lower lip, a color flushing in her cheeks as she on whim hugged Corbin first and then Adan, "Thank you, thank you so much, both of you."