Agarth's explanation made no more or less sense than Aria's brief explanation- but she had to admit, it wasn't for lack of his trying. It was her own experience that made it difficult to accept that life had just become very much like a movie or a video game. Oh, she understood the concept of being a free agent- she danced (had danced, before things got weird) at three different clubs, and made her money mostly form tips, especially from guys who thought she was offering more than she had any intention of delivering.  But how on earth did one just go off 'adventuring'?  There was food to think about, and transportation; weapons- though a simple staff would do for her pretty well- clothing...marrying a Prince (or a Princess. Or both) seemed like the most sensible way to go about things, but also the most difficult. Areln doubted there weree that many floating loose and, while she didn't know a lot about dragons, she did know they were<strong>big</strong>. Very. And had really bad breath.<br/><br/>"Uh.  So, if I got this right- this place here is sort of like a union hall? I can hang out, see what comes up, or go off and take my own chances?" Shrewdly, she looked at the older man. "What do you all get out of it? This place ain't small- heating it alone must cost a fair bit. And not to be insulting, but neither Aria or you can make a lot of coin taking in strays like me." She totally expected to hear that there was a steep initiation fee, or something. And she still had exaclty zero ready coin.<br/><br/>Oh well, worst case, there was always dancing at the inn. At least she<em>knew</em>she could make money that way. Looking down at her firm breasts, jutting against the bodice of ehr dress, she shimmied her shoulders just a bit, making them dance under the fabirc. Yup. One skill she could always count on.