<em>"Tower's Reach eh? Sounds like a place for a mage. I wonder if there's some good milk to be had here."</em>Sir Percival Whitepaw was making his comments known with a loud meow, but Faedra pet the cat's head with one hand as her other carried it gently against the chest. The feline seemed to be 'content to let her bosom serve as its backrest' as its body lounged along her arm, too 'dignified' to bother walking himself.<br/><br/><strong>"Its truely good to see civilization, and brave guards."</strong>Faedra smiled to the men there.<strong>"While I trust my companions, I know they too deserve some comfortable rest but out in the wild rest is always a risk, and someone has to stand guard. With such fine gentlemen watching over this place though, I am sure all of us can enjoy, relax, perhaps relax soaking in a hot tub of water, washing away all the grit and grime of the days past from every nook and cranny, before laying down on a fresh bed to curl up to rest... Ahh, paradise."</strong>Faedra smiled, and stretched her neck back some, sighing. The blonde, fair skinned elven woman seemingly oblivious of just how detailed description she had just given of her plans. It actually took her a few seconds before a small redness spread on her face.<br/><br/><strong>"Uhm, forgive my enthusiasm, I'm just glad to be among civilization again."</strong>She tried explaining, feeling a bit embarrassed. For all her intellect, and all her magic, she was sometimes prone to a bit of social blunder. She didn't usually end up in too bad harm for it, but the elf was prone to speaking her mind a bit more clearly than she perhaps should have, at least among humans, and though her smile was charming enough to usually pass it with a chuckle and her quick apology, sometime it might land her into trouble.<br/><br/><strong>"Uhm, but as already asked, could I inquire you fine sirs of the location of an establishment that would permit a lady the privacy to clean up proper and rest? Is there an inn in town we could visit? A shop we could use to restock for future wandering? A person who might be keen on picking through what little things we may have come across and would be willing to part with for a coin? I would be oh so grateful if you could point to us some directions to assist."</strong>She smiled and leaned ahead, and if not for the cat resting on her arm and in the way, that would have given a fair view down into robe's neckline, and at her cleavage. Whether this was unintended or intended was hard to say. Elves were confusing enough, sometimes.