The ashen-skinned drow gives a wan smile.  "Of course, you are right."  She water from a clay cup, then proceeds to test the texture of the bacon with her fork.  "But these others.  No doubt some of them were summoned as well.  What have we to fear?"  The question, it is clear, is not a rhetorical one... Knave knows Ithi'Ka to be cautious, distrusting of good intention.  Her history in Lower Farron, with the circus, with villages here on the surface-- the one universal factor is that no one can be trusted entirely.<br/><br/>A couple of them stand out, certainly.  She wonders at the serving girl's obvious fancy, finding herself curious what it is that enables such affections to blossom so wantonly and fearlessly.  Time will tell, certainly.  And one man's sanguine temper-- how intriguing, most certainly, that one's honor be so such a sharpened blade as to hew at one's own fingers... fascinating.  Yet the surfacers call<i>her</i>strange...<br/><br/>Remembering her purpose, Ithi'Ka sets her mind to task.  Eat for strength, then be ready.