Having been volunteered, to the tune of someone walking up to the Grey Tower and asking them for a competent healer 'if you have one to spare?' rather than the more usual volunteering, Piav really had nothing to say on the matter of inconvenience. She made an effort to be pleasant, of not always friendly, and the only thing she asked was a couple of bottles of holy water when someone mentioned That Place.<br/><br/>On reaching the manor, Piav eyed it sourly, pulling her hood back far enough that she could do precisely that without interferance from the heavy fabric. "It's probably cursed. Aren't cursed doors your speciality, Lydia?" Although in this case, when Piav says 'curse', what she probably means is 'trap' - from her, that word seems to have a great many meanings.