"Umm...that does sound like it could help." Serilla admitted, squirming slightly in her arms. "Though I'm not sure. I don't have much to offer. Other than my father's loyalty, of course, which, given the metal his lands produce makes me quite wealthy...but I doubt that any help will get me what I want."<br/><br/>"But that being said, what are you two doing here? This place seems dangerous." Serilla asked, frowning. Something felt wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on<em>what</em>.