Well, first off, she was real glad she didn't have to try to walk around in the guy's Tin Woodsman suit. While what she was wearing wasn't, maybe, exactly fit for polite company, at least it wouldn't break her back and flatten her arches. But there was something about Agarth, something kind of gruff and grandfatherly, that she warmed to. Before she was really aware of it, she was babbling out a somewhat more complete (but not totally- the talking bedsheet became an evil spirit- which, thinking about it, it might very well have been, anyway) version of the story she'd given Aria.<br/><br/>"...and then, I woke up butt-naked in a field, freezing my ni....my unmentionables off. This cart came up, and it turned out, unlike our redheaded friend here, the driver was<strong>not</strong>a Good Samaritan. So, some heads got knocked, and I think I've sort of been adopted."  Nudging Aria in the ribs with an elbow, she grinned at the...well, Guildmaster was the right term, she guessed. "But as far as how I got from where I was to where I am...well. I'm pretty clueless."  Sneaking a small glance past the massive man, she winked at the purple-nearly-clad..secretary, receptionist, whatever she was. Idly, she wondered if she was more into chicks than Aria seemed to be.<br/><br/>"Annnnnyway." With an effort, she dragged herself back to the business at hand. "Where I come from, we don't have 'Adventurer's Guilds'. And the sort of adventure we had outsidea town usually gets you in trouble with the law. Sooooo...totally honest? I sort of have to throw myself on the mercy of the Court, here. Things are pretty different. I'm not even sure which fork I shoujld eat with. When I eat."  Which, she now realized, she was starting to hope would be pretty soon.