Since the imp is completely uninterested, Alaedra slips the letter into her haversack along with the map. She can consider those later, once she decides whether or not she's going that way.<br/><br/>Thinking about it a moment, Alaedra nods, "Get your fat partner there to throw in a well-cooked lunch and something to drink, guaranteed not to kill me (again), and you've got a deal. I'm surprisingly hungry."<br/><br/>"Now, I've no real way of even telling magic from mundane," Alaedra says bluntly as she begins to spread all her recent loot out onto the counter, even clothing, makeup and mundane jewelry, and one of her own definately non-magical daggers and her wand of cure light, "so I'm mixing in a few things I've had for a while that I know about, just to keep your pet honest."<br/><br/>Really, it's also a good amount of drow pride. Alaedra wants everything checked, just in case, but the little speech should help to keep anyone from trying to make her look stupid for putting a perfume bottle or makeup up to be checked.<br/><br/>((And also, just a nice excuse to get everything checked out! I'm personally a big fan of non-standard items, so I can get kinda paranoid, lol))