Rose laughed as well, when she heard Aria's joke.  Heavy with her arm... or at least her polearm.  Heh, that was a good one.  The brigand didn't wake up after a bit of stabilization from her wand, so as they headed off, she simply carried the man under her arm, letting his legs dangle uselessly underneath him as they moved along.  They'd gotten some decent gear off of all those scoundrels, and they would likely be able to sell much of it for a pretty decent profit to the appropriate vendors.  Now, all that was left was making it to their current destination, the Lady Sara's home, before anything problematic happened.<br/><br/>"The Fifth Queen, eh?"  The shifter echoed, as her companion informed her where she was staying.  "Thanks, I'll remember it.  I haven't found any place to stay yet, myself, so I hope you don't mind if I seek a room there."<br/><br/>Rose had, in fact, only arrived in the Quarter that very day, just in time to purchase a ticket to the festivities and enroll herself in the events.  She hadn't bothered giving any thought to where she would sleep, figuring she would cross that bridge when she came to it, and now it seemed fate was providing for her...  Well, assuming the Fifth Queen's reputation as a card- and chess-lounge meant that it wasn't full yet, anyway.  Perhaps she would even be able to get in on a game of cards, or chess...<br/><br/>"You don't have to pay me back for the wand charges, though."  She added in, while they walked.  "I'm the one who made the decision to use it, after all, and I certainly haven't had to use any on you yet.  My share of the loot we've recovered should be more than enough to buy an entire new wand, if it comes down to it.  It's a wand of a minor healing spell, and those are rarely very expensive."<br/><br/>In fact, it wouldn't surprise her at all if that Cyric crossbowman had a replacement among the wands they recovered from him, though she wasn't necessarily expecting to find one.  If he had been a Cleric like she had guessed, then the wands were probably restorative in nature, while if he were a spellcaster of some other sort, they could be for anything from causing death to madness, necromancy, or even simple utility.  They'd have to have an expert examine them in-depth later, though she would at least know which ones she herself could use by wielding them.<br/><br/>When they reached the Lady Sara's place of residence, Rose had to admit, she was impressed.  Large buildings connected by intricate walkways, extensive gardens tended to with great care, a chaotic style that she could really get behind, an eclectic mix of styles that all came together into one aesthetically-pleasing whole...<br/><br/>Shame about the dead body, though.<br/><br/>"Aw, hells."  The shifter cursed, hurrying over and lifting up some of the vines with her guisarme.  Getting a better inspection, she noted...  "Black-feathered arrows.  Damn it!  Aria, we need to get inside.  Garland's been here."<br/><br/><br/><br/>Hmm, not a bad haul...<br/><br/>If the front doors are locked or otherwise blocked off when they get to them, Rose isn't going to waste any time.  She'll leave the unconscious brigand by the door and activate her Ring of Blinking to phase inside.  If they've been forced open or are simply unlocked, she'll bring him in with her, though she'll be ready to drop him at the first sign of trouble.  It's less than a ten foot drop, so he shouldn't take any damage from the fall.