The frantic young drow woman re-enters the laundromat, looking quite dejected and lacking energy. With a long sigh, she heads back to her laundry, stopping by Trouble to thank her.<br/><br/>"Oh...thanks for watching my clothes for me. Looks like I'll have plenty of time to wash them, though. Still, you're a sweetie to help me out." she says, then heads sullenly back to the washing machines.<br/><br/><br/>Meanwhile, the strange young man with the (most would assume fake, but you know better) sword on his hip reaches into the bag he was given and pops a chip into his mouth. He nearly gags, but manages to choke it down, and with an almost painful-to-watch crunching, goes about eating the rest of the chips. Yes, he's really that hungry. The gnome has wandered off with her cart of laundry, muttering something about 'lazy assistants'. Her assistant is sitting next to Irennan, peeking over his shoulder.