"Would that I had wings of my own, then."<br/><br/>Alaedra does relax noticably when she's set down, and she breathes a soft sigh of relief to no longer be in such a precarious position. She removes the promised items from her pack and hands them to Fair Lady without comment.<br/><br/>"I'll take your advice into consideration." Alaedra nods curtly, but politely, for a drow, and heads off towards the city. She's not exactly a wilderness type, even under the best of circumstances, and Hell is pretty far removed from 'best'.