<div class="floatleft">(https://dl.dropbox.com/u/42499880/Elliquiy/Kiira.jpg)    </div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>Kiira Vanessaril</strong></span></span>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158814.msg7302445#msg7302445)<br/><hr/><br/>Kiira was releived when no one objected to stopping at the inn. From the previous few disagreements she'd been a little worried that it was going to be nothing but endless bickering with this group. After seeing the horses settled in she payed for her bed and made a quick jaunt to the rooms just to be sure they were worth the gold. She stashed her haversack beneath her bed, leaving Miir curled up atop it in the unlikely event someone felt foolish enough to try and rob the eclectic band of hired goons.<br/><br/>She returned to the common room just in time to catch the last few lines of one of Mingan's songs and grinned. It was interesting to find he had methods of operation beyond Stone Faced Killer. She procured a glass of spiced wine from the bar before sauntering over to the table where a portion of the party was gathering.<br/><br/>"Oh the whole thing smells completely rotten to me!" she said with a bright grin and chipper air, as if the prospect of being back-stabbed by the mysterious noblewoman was quite exciting. "If there's really a book with something so incriminating she'd pay us each a small fortune I suspect she'll just try have us all killed as soon as we've retrieved it, but<em>peeeeeersonally</em>I'm guessing we aren't meant to return at all."<br/><br/>There was a mischievous glint in her eye as she took a sip of her wine, "Mark my words, there'll be something far more interesting than strife between noble families waiting for us in Soubar." she said brightly, draining the last of her wine and setting the glass down with a definitive thump before giving the others a little bow and dismissing herself from the conversation.<br/><br/>A few minutes later she appeared across from Jean, two drinks in hand. She slipped gracefully into an empty chair, sliding one of the glasses across the table. "Copper for your thoughts, mysterious stranger? You look a bit troubled."