During the group's embrace Szara sighed softly to herself, the northern stalker hadn't felt this relaxed in... well, as long as she could remember, really, considering the necessity to always be on guard on the frozen tundra for attacks from great beasts or other tribes. She felt her toes almost instinctively curl as Lissandra laid her sweet lips upon her skin.<br/>Though she had to refuse Dio's insistant offer to style her hair, the feline part of her didn't particularly like anyone touching it other than herself.<br/><br/>The beds in inns were still much too soft for the hardened woman, used to sleeping on animal skins and often times rocks in caves and such rather than the downy, springy matresses the "civilised" southern folk used, so she usually lay on the floor, fully clothed in her new armor as she had no other sleeping attire, when the group bedded down in any town or city they came across, much as she did this evening prior to the first sound of the alarm, her eyes snapping open and alert almost instantly as the sound echoed through the town.<br/><br/>No sooner had Dio thrust open the door that Szara was right behind her, hands poised to thrust her fingertips into the ten metal claws that dangled from her... well. "Belt" may have been an exaggeration, more of a thin cord or rope. When she heard the information regarding dark elves present<em>outside</em>the city though, and no immediate threat inside the building, her tension decreased slightly. Though with the crowd this riled with differing views of the exact numbers of the creatures it was impossible to say when the raiders would breach the town's defences... or if advanced scouts were already inside.<br/><br/>"Dio, Lis... maybe we should offer to help," she growled, "maybe see if we can't act as scouts to see the number of raiders at the doors so the militia can better organise a defence? Maybe thin their numbers out a little while we're at it, hmm?"<br/>