<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.tinypic.com/2diegso.jpg)</div>Mia didn't laugh, but came quite close; one hand came up to cover a smile, and her eyes sparkled.  "Oh!  If there had been a queen of nice legs, I would have chosen that one for myself right away, of course."  Still smiling she picked up the last card.  "But I think this one suits me well.  Because of the patterns involved in my training."  She cast a look though her lashes at Ember.  "Not for other reasons, I hope."<br/><br/>As the conversation moved on, she pursed her lips thoughtfully.  "I do not know about trying to... torture them."  The frown deepened.  "Cult members can be fanatical.  I think they may not give information willingly, even in difficult circumstances."<br/><br/>She paused to take another slow sip of wine, the liquid reddening her lips.  "But perhaps there are some possibilities with asking to join them?  At the very least, if that fails, we can then try one of the other plans, but we cannot try one of them and then come back to this one."  She hesitated a moment.  "And... I am familiar with monastery life.  I could pass, I think, and help you to as well."<br/><br/>Mia glanced to the innkeeper, then back to her companions.  "I do not have a room either."  Her soft voice held mild surprise; even after all this time in the outside world, she forgot about things like that.  "Perhaps... I will stay in the stables.  Perhaps several of us should?  It seems safer."  She shrugged gently, bare shoulders rising and falling.