<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/w68J68x.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ria Thorn<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Expedition Camp - Kitchens<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><strong>Open/Closed:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Direct Interaction Tags:</strong><br/><strong>Mentioned Tags:</strong>Kael, Astra<br/><strong>Actions Taken:</strong>Being nosy<br/><hr/><br/>There was an attempt made at returning to her reading. One line would be finished only for Ria to inevitably peek above the edge of her book at the commotion in the mess area. Another line of text, another peek. Ria watched covertly from the cover of her book as others with more level heads and less alcohol in their system had shown up to prevent any violence. How disappointing.<br/><br/>"I'm bored," Ria suddenly announced with the added clap of her book being shut. Her voice so effortlessly incorporated a hint of a whine -- a tactic she unconsciously employed thanks to how successful it was when leveraged against her parents. "You've done this stuff for my father before, right? When does the fun stuff happen?"<br/><br/>The question was, of course, directed at the bodyguard standing nearby. Ria knew that the man, Alwyn, had worked with the Caste on behalf of her father on several occasions in the past. His experience lended itself to Ria's nonchalance. This business felt routine with him around.<br/><br/>The answer to her question started with a small grunt of a growl, but that hardly deterred Ria from looking at the man with the expectation of him continuing. Alwyn let a sigh pass through his nose before he spoke. "Boring is good. Exciting means something went wrong."<br/><br/>"Whatever." The young illusionist was already rising from where she had been lounging. The book was discarded upon worn cushions, the magic hiding its true nature gone with a wavy ripple reminiscent of the distorted air above a desert's sands. A pair of unfastened sandals awaited at the side of the divan and Ria slid her feet into them one at a time. "I'm going to go check out the demon."<br/><br/>Her intentions went beyond simple curiosity. Was it not the purpose of the Caste to hunt down demons? Her father seemed to think so, and with a passion that should have raised some questions from his daughter had she ever bothered to consider it. Instead, Ria had merely accepted what she had been told: demons were monsters and had no place on this world. It made sense; just<em>look</em>at them.<br/><br/>With clear purpose and a vague haughtiness to her body language, the lady from House Thorn crossed the camp toward where many of the adventurers had gathered for their meals. The demon that had caused the initial stir was not difficult to spot, even with the occasional set of Halde horns confusing the matter. Were he alone, Ria might have approached then and there to do or say whatever it was that was on her mind. Letting Astra finish her nagging seemed wiser. The last thing Ria wanted was to get noticed by that woman and dragged off to "help the camp" in some way. Ugh.<br/><br/>So, for now, Ria only observed and followed several paces behind, hands behind her back as she walked as if it somehow made her more innocent looking.