Stretching and yawning, Iliana sniffed at Spooky's choice of conversation.  She knew enough of that sort of dark thing.<br/><br/>"Oh, you should see what it's like when you come upon a broken galleon, just adrift...", she looked off into the fire's flames for a moment, before<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/FRHpe8E.jpg)</div>shaking her head quickly and looking back at those seated across from her, "you won't just see the dead. There's other things that hang with them. The broken masts, twisted sails and rigging.  Everything grey in a mist, no sound but..creaking...creaking. Strange flying things. Unless a hag is waiting for ya - I'd take an old ghost before dealing with the might of ones so ugly and terrible.  And if you aren't careful, they will tag onboard and then there's a fine mess out at sea."<br/><br/>She twined some loose locks back into her reddish brown hair, piled on her head, but escaping as they always did, and took another large sip from her mug. Bubbles had the best mead she had drunk.<br/>"Here's a toast to fine company, better than the ghostly greys of a lonely fog-filled night at sea anytime! One more?", Iliana asked with her shy smile, looking Bubbles' way, after downing the last of her drink.<br/><br/>"Who is up for a game?", she asked scooting back from the table and glancing quickly around before walking to the large fireplace and poking around in it with a piece of kindling, "with the sound of this storm, we may be here for awhile.  Moma will be tucked in bed already anyway.  I'm up for a little extra fun", she said, turning and glancing around her, grinning.<br/><br/>