<em>She's friendly...if not a bit overly so..</em>Ashwyn sneers as the woman offers a seat in the bed...adjusting the spacing of her feet, which, in her world, means a tint of distrust - flowing skirt shifting over her legs..and runs one hand back through her hair, fluffing a few off-blue locks from her eyes, and allowing another tiny sigh to slip free. Reluctantly, her expression seems to lighten a bit as she unfastens her great sword from the holster at her back, and sets it to the side of the bed..slowly sitting down, and folding her dress underneath her ( Though she was positioned just under a foot from the woman whom she believed ushered them to here. Toned legs stretch out a bit in front of her, and she seems to relax..if only a bit.<br/><br/>"So..are you the one who called us here..? Perhaps you own this place...? ..A brothel is a strange place to make..such a request.."