Aeryn unloads her crossbow before entering the compound.  The slips the unusual looking bolt into a special sleeve in her quiver, then points the now-empty weapon at the ground and squeezes the trigger.<span class="bbc_u">Tuung</span>!.  She slings the now safe weapon over her shoulder and examines the gates as she passes through them.  "Interesting."  she says, "lack of ore on the island, perhaps?"  She takes a closer look at the soldiers, wondering if the lack of metal is also apparent in their equipment.  She doesn't give the matter to much thought, her main concern is healing, not inflicting wounds.<br/><br/>She is slightly taken aback by Morgan's advice.  "A house?  Me?"  The possibility has honestly never occurred to her, she is still thinking along old habits.  "I was expecting perhaps a room with the officers, or maybe a room at the Infirmary or hospital.  That's the sort of thing I'm used to."<br/><br/>She scans the troops inside, wondering which is her new mast-<em>NoNoNo!, not a slave anymore,</em>she reminds herself sternly.<em>Which of these people is the Commander here, Commander, not my master!</em>