"The oldest building, Miss?"<br/><br/>As the warrior approaches, the half-elf- a student of the Chelaxian mage's college, by the looks of it- looks up from his book... and a smarmy smirk flickers across his too-thin lips. Who knows what he was expecting, but the warrior woman obviously wasn't it.<br/><br/>"And what would you want with an old building? Surely a steel rose such as yourself would be much more comfortable in a nice, new building... you know, I'm actually staying at the Dawnbloom inn. Brand new, built by Shelysh artisans just last spring. Down beds and an alchemically powered bath... Surely that would be preferable to some moldy old chapel?"<br/><br/>As the student continues to run his mouth, Lukas takes an instinctive step back. Two sentences in, and the guy's already in over his head... though the rogue does make note of his mention of a chapel. If nothing else, it's a lead...