Although Sika had found King Gadley and his pantlessness to be likable enough and had enjoyed the little show in the throne room, she wasn't particularly pleased upon learning that it was in fact a group job which she'd been summoned for. In her experience, most people turned out to be huge disappointments, and that was exactly why she preferred to work alone whenever possible. However, once she'd already accepted the invitation, it was already far too late to back out without it seeming like a great offense towards the king, not to mention that she  would have lost out on a possibly once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for gold and glory, so she was stuck with three others.<br/><br/>Sitting inside of the ridiculously cramped carriage, Sika had remained silent and mostly hidden beneath a long lemon colored cloak while the others began exchanging pleasantries, but all of their yapping was already beginning to get on her nerves. Especially the Prototype Amorous Something-or-Other with her - at least she assumed it was a 'her' -  outrageously convoluted introduction (as if Sika cared) and unnervingly dispassionate tone of voice. Being a highly emotional being herself, she didn't like it when someone - or perhaps some [/i]thing[/i] in this case, she wasn't quite sure - seemed to be made entirely out of ice.<br/><br/><strong>"Do you have a shutting up function that you could employ?"</strong>the tiefling asked the Whatever derisively (she wasn't going to bother learning that absurd name, so Sika would just refer to her as Whatever).<br/><br/>It was already getting quite stuffy inside of the giant hollow pumpkin cart, so she unfastened the broach of her cloak and allowed it to slip off as she spoke, revealing the shiny and decidedly skimpy suit of armor that she wore underneath.