<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Yulafractae.jpg)</div>Yula followed her companions into the tavern, greeted rather quickly by a similarly-dressed native, wearing something close to what the assumed noblewoman outside had worn.  Meanwhile, the bickering and idle conversation continued on, with Eisa offering her own opinion.  That girl was far too pure for<em>this</em>group, that was for certain.  A passing curiosity in wrestling was little to worry about, not compared to the kinkiness the others were spouting off about,<em>especially</em>Sydney.  The woman seemed to ooze sexuality constantly, seeing a way to corrupt even the most innocent situation into something far deeper in the gutter.  It seemed as though Nuria was acting as their leader at this point, which was preferable.  Yula had little skill with leadership, nor did she care to place herself in such a situation.  That said, the demon Phelypsis was still going off on some suspicion nonsense, prompting the 'suspicious fox' to retaliate.<br/><br/>"If I wanted to do anything<em>suspicious</em>, I wouldn't need to go behind your back to do it, demon.  It's best you use put your eyes to better use than staring at my poor behind, lest you plummet into a hole somewhere."  She countered just as quickly, pausing as her grin disappeared.  "And you will do<strong>nothing of the sort</strong>to me.  If you dare to approach me with rope, with chains, or anything of the sort, I swear you will know the meaning of<em>divine wrath</em>, and that is not some kitsune trickery."  She threatened, lips drawn into a slight snarl, something more intense than passing irritation.  Once they were seated, Yula attempted to regain some modicum of composure, sighing before answering the server.  "I prefer rumors of political intrigue, of rogues most dashing and half-elves of ill repute.  There's something to be said for infamy in tales of thievery, no?"