Nadya, unfazed by the Warforged's apparent distaste for the Paladin, picks up the cue that it's time to enter... the cloak falls smoothly back into place, and she glides alongside Deirdre, still singing the strange song softly to herself as if the massive being of metal did not exist.  She hovers an arm's reach away, doesn't crowd the Paladin, but in a sign of silent encouragement, whispers to her.  "More than flesh is sold here, my friend.  I can smell it."  Black hair frames her fair-skinned face, huge blue eyes now fixed at some intangible point ahead of them.  Her features-- lovely, half-concealed by the cloak, by her hair-- turn up encouragingly, only slightly shorter than the fiery, tall Deirdre.