Hadrian listens with a look of placid curiosity as Nightshade elaborates on her plans, nodding for emphasis over particularly good answers.  Besides that, she nods and agrees with her companion's suggestions, occasionally chipping in for a token effort.<br/><br/>"I think a shield would be best there," or "I find that ogres tend to overestimate their own strength."<br/><br/>"Does the prisoner have to survive?" she asks at one point, perhaps epitomizing the stereotyping of her fellow north-kingdom barbarian cousins, though after a few seconds she adds a wry smile and a wink to show she's making a taciturn joke.<br/><br/>At the fireball solution, she furrows her platinum eyebrows at one point to lean closer and whisper, quite earnestly and furtively, "are you<i>serious?!</i>that's fantastic..."  Looking thoroughly impressed, she straightens and tosses one loose lock of hair from her eyes.  She carries herself quite regally, though there's something about her that seems almost subdued or distantly sad.<br/><br/>