Guan grumbled as Chargoth rattled off more information she didn't know. It was frustrating to not have been told the information, but none of what she said had been invalidated. She was further annoyed by Ja'rok not even slightly taking the bait. She wanted to prickle and tease the brutish orc because she wanted a challenge. It was no fun if he was just going to try and stoicly ignore her though. No fun at all. Instead, she took the time to watch Gazra get handsy with the Dark-elf, and she watched as smaller scale plans were put into place.”<strong>Tsk</strong>.” she sighed, sucking in air through her teeth and clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. She was getting impatient and annoyed with all the talking and waiting. Frustration was building as she realised how little she really, truly understood her position. “<strong>We're too weak, but we're the only ones who can get strong enough to stop you losing. We need to get noticed, but we need to be sneaky. We can't do this, we can't do that...</strong>” Her fingers drummed on the hilt of the Sky-Piercer in obvious impatience.<br/><br/>“<strong>Fine, I guess. Dire Wolves, Haunted Mines, and then maybe a Dragon Problem. That should get us the right to challenge the Liutenants and carry on with the take over or whatever. Anything else we don't know yet?</strong>” She said, almost spitting the last question out at the Demilich in her growing dissatisfaction. She haruphed as she brushed past Gazra and Keiyurikyouu, grabbing a Bag of Holding for herself and stomping towards whatever exit she could find. “<strong>I'll do whatever you all agree to, but I need some fresh air. Find me when we're ready to go.</strong>” She moved past the rest of the Would-Be villains, looking for a place she might swing about her weapon. She wanted to fight more. She wanted to get the ache of exertion going in her bones. She wanted to feel alive; not keep chatting in a dusky, dusty castle while somewhere else, people were fighting and fucking and killing and...<br/><br/>...She breathed out a heavy, exacerbated sigh as she hit the doorway, and then kept going; following her instinct and her nose to find whatever exit, balcony, or otherwise open space she could occupy for long enough to get some swings of her Artefact in with.