<strong><span class="bbc_u">~Kamaria~</span></strong><br/><br/>She finally sheathed her sword, and aided the blacksmith in disposing of the bodies. The return trip back to the house was quiet, but most trips she encountered with others were. Many were intimidated by her height, leveling almost with the blacksmith when she had her heeled boots on. Others were intimidated by her race, and even more by her skills.<br/><br/>Inside, they all took seat, and Kamaria sat opposite of the blacksmith, folding her legs and resting her arms across the top of the chair's arms. He asked her if she needed a place to stay; which was the most important statement made there. Though, she filed away his every word as if it were just as important in her mind. So he hated elves, but did not dislike Drow? That was perhaps one of the more unusual statements she'd ever heard coming from a human. Most humans hated drows and loved elves. But she shrugged it off in her mind, and nodded.<br/><br/>"Yes, it would be nice to have shelter for the next two days. Then I will be gone... I just doubt the Inn will let me stay now. I've provided them a giant cry baby and a broken table and chairs to match the set." Kamaria let her golden eyes drift to Jessica's almost silvery gray ones. "So, someone care to explain to me what has happened? And, oh," The drowess turned her head and smiled at the blacksmith, a full grin that made her look like less of a danger to have inside the house. "Do you think now is an appropriate time to give me your name? If not, I can just call you Blacksmith til I leave. Or maybe Master, or Host, since I'm now going to be residing in your home for the next period of my stay."