Oona is trying not to be overwhelmed...she knows she should treat anything more then sleeping in a tent and eating what you killed yourself as soft and decadent (assuming she knew what 'decadent' meant.) but...her tribe had already showed her they didn't want her...what good was their ways anyways? She can do things however she liked! She found herself paying more and more attention to his pitch...granted she wasn't about to leap into a life of luxury right now, but she finds herself being swayed more and more. The sight of the airship was pretty impressive too...<br/><br/>She tried to keep her expression neutral as she's finally taken to the gnoll's home...but it was pretty obvious she was impressed. Of course, having a home that wasn't a tent with a firepit and dirt floor was a manion in comparison. "I...er...sure, a drink is good."