"Of course. There's rare to be seen a living thing that wouldn't cower away from my axe! Well..." She chuckles, grinning. "I doubt the unliving would be any different."<br/><br/>At the approach of the 'Prince?'-Cleric who eagerly kisses her hand, Ania gives him a momentary glance of annoyance before smiling politely. "If you must." Her eyes shifted to the man. "At least, I wouldn't mind the company... if it doesn't split the pay." She looked back to the elf, eying him up and down, appraising his battle-worthiness. He seemed quite pompous - she wondered if he had the prowess to back it up.<br/>