<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/7nywiRN.jpg?1)</div><br/>Mara flashes an amused by smile at Sharell's response, glancing at the roses and back to the woman's delicate-featured face.  "Methinks m'lady maketh mountains of molehills." She smiles, fairly enamoured, for the moment, with the response... It's an amusing exchange, at least.<br/><br/>"Or perhaps it's just someone with a funerary fetish. Then again, death cults and assassins' guilds aren't in my<em>wheelhouse</em>."<br/><br/>Casually, she gestures towards the opened letter from the Llirans.  "Now<em>this</em>event, hopefully, won't be shrouded in mystery.  Of course, there is something to be said about having an admirer... Even a secret one." She shrugs, drains her punch.  "Hopefully we can make some allies here.  Not like those can be bought."