Alara'sorel sat on the table's edge as the room erupted in a bit of uneasy camaraderie. Whenever someone offered her a drink, if they do so, she would simply raise an open hand in decline. She spoke little, preferring to keep to herself. She wasn't precisely a private person, she'd done a great many things to accomplish her goals, but in this moment she wasn't sure who to trust, and what to believe about those around her. Spending so much time with the dregs of humanity may have prepared her to be in the company of those gathered, but it also gave her the perspective to know that she should watch and observe before volunteering to much of anything.<br/><br/>When the 'game' began, she listened to the answers and little riddles given by others around her, but little did she volunteer any information about herself, but simply sat on the edge of the table and listened. Though when the subject turned to what to do for the rest of the evening, Alara was a little more forthcoming on her words. Her voice, still very much heavily accented from an elven lifetime speaking the elven language, commented almost idly about their situation.<br/><br/><strong>"You will forgive me if I decline the option to, as humans say, 'Get Wasted', but I have an aversion to losing my mind by poison."</strong>she says with a sly grin at her lips.