This place...A hunting lounge?<br/><br/>*There* was that feeling of being watched, again - A brooding, oppressive feeling! She could almost feel those eyes - From all those stuffed animal heads - glaring at her...<br/><br/>Carefully, Arisa set down the lantern on the table next to her, ensuring her sword was ready to be drawn. There was something distinctly ominous here, despite her plush surroundings...She'd pace forward, s-l-o-w-l-y, towards the case of weapons on the far wall. Perhaps there was something she could use...<br/><br/>-Another drink seemed tempted, but after what she'd seen the *last* time...She'd keep that urge in check for now!<br/><br/>Still...There was that feeling of being watched.