<strong>Onyx</strong><br/><br/>"I think I can find a reason to work with you. A mithril mine could be quite.. profitable to someone who knows how to smelt and forge it." Onyx pointed out as she hefted her gear and headed up to her room. She was still of the opinion that the letch could do with an awesome smack to the head, preferable repeatedly with a small farrier's anvil, but he hadn't talked down to her much more. So that told her he had some survival instincts. Perhaps when he saw her using her blade and shield to effect, he's realize how bad angering her could be.<br/><br/>She gave Kaitlynn a last look, given her lack of speech to her, figuring she enjoyed the manhandling she had received.<br/><br/>"Good night." She said as she turned and headed up to her room, the stairs creaking under her weight as she passed.