Well Gisella was not going to turn down a free meal, or a place of warmth. Not that she could not and had not survived on the streets, but an offer was always welcome, and would in someway be repaid in kind for Raven and Helious would have it no other way.<br/><br/>“Thank you Ma’am.” The bête pulled her fetlock and grinned a smile of mischief. “A spot of  mead is good, far better than most would offer. I tell you some of the rats piss I have drunk in the past …better to actually squeeze a rat into a tankard.” Her movements remained quick and nervous and it appeared that she might be hungry; from the look of her physique likely…yet her eyes…they were still bright.<br/><br/>This was a difficult one, a bed for the night would be good, but mister silver collector was another issue…it was a toss up. Perhaps some conversation first, as for many reasons this woman was of interest.<br/><br/>“Your faith?”<em> I just home its not dancing around some green fire and frothing at the mouth.</em>“Might I be so bold as to ask, after all there are so many, and I’d hate to offend my host. As for wandering the streets…I got myself this far did I not.” Giseela hope she was appearing open…at least as open as was needed, without causing danger to herself or others.<br/><br/>There was a pause then Gisella was no fool and she knew those of Celtic decent loved a good tale and telling them. “How about a tale for a tale…a little fun… it will be a fine way to pass into the night yes?”<br/>