Marc, through Gargantua, had conveniently let Daria know that the other three players were now inside the wizard's place... the Golden House, apparently.  It took her a moment to absorb that, but she nodded.  She held back on answering the Grandmistress - now that she understood she wasn't there - and decided she'd have the chance to just listen and learn from the others.<br/><br/>Except that she was with Gargantua and the other mercenaries, and he had some interesting ideas.<strong>"Golden House, really?  Not so fancy on the outside, but that does sound interesting."</strong>She stared for a moment at the others.<strong>"I suppose they get their wealth by being so dangerous... too dangerous to have their gold taken away again."</strong>She smiled, and leaned back.<strong>"We'll have to ask the others what they saw, when they get back."</strong>No doubt it was because of her recent run-in with the neighbour, but Daria immediately presumed that Gargantua might have it mind to steal some of that gold - and she just as immediately thought that would be a very bad idea!<br/><br/>She nodded along as Lisa seemed to be managing her conversation with some higher-up wizard.   That all sounded good to Daria - and she couldn't influence it anyway!  But she did cock an eye at Marc, lifting the flower, and tilting her head toward Lisa in silent question.  The flower-thing had already happened in the game, so she thought it would be OK if she just brought the reality up to the fiction by inserting it now, even though they were in the midst of other things.  And after all, she figured she had nothing else to do, so long as Gargantua didn't really want to go snooping inside some wizard fortress!<br/><br/>Assuming she wasn't prevented, Daria would scoot up to Lisa, kneeling up against her and facing her so she could weave the flower's long stem through Lisa's hair - it meant doing a bit of a braid to get some support, but she could do that while still paying most of her attention to the game events.  She left the odd, educational tract on her own seat.<strong>"Don't mind me...."</strong>