Gisella finished her little chat with his Lordship or whatever he wanted to be called and then bowed out. After all however interesting it might be the whole vestal virginal victims troubled her and so did being underground and away from Helios. Underground was for the twitchy nosed little buggers not for those that fly.<br/><br/><br/>Thus she smiled politely and suggested that she had business to attend to and then left by the quickest exit. Even though it was dark it was still far more preferable than those bloody caverns and there was so much to be found out. The bête was pretty sure there was a lot of agenda’s going on here, from what she had heard it came with the territory of those blood sucking power mongering types.<br/><br/>She first found a place to change in private and then took to the ear, enjoying the skies once more, still her eyes were ever watchful and that forge still open was certainly a place to watch and listen. Gisella preened herself after she had alighted close by, her head tilted to one side. Most interesting…<br/><br/>Of course she did not understand or hear everything that went on, a few snippets and a few words certainly troubled her. As did the female blacksmith, that was an extremely unusual trade for a woman, also her pale skin and red hair were certainly somewhat uncommon.<br/><br/><br/>Yet silver and weapons, not a good mixture especially if the big lads found out about it, and from the amount he was asking for, they would likely find out. Which…yes….could be pretty messy. Well it looked like it was time for the waif to make a reappearance and see if she might get any more information…information and perhaps a few shiney’s.<br/><br/>So with that in mind another shift came into part, stealthy of course and standing at the door of the forge was a dark haired stray. She grinned and then sniffed wiping her nose on her sleeve. “Alms fer the poor….” With that said Gisella held out a hand.<br/>