Dragon's Hearth was a familiar spot for Vivian. Drinking a fine red wine in the back of the tavern and keeping to herself. The woman spouted a dark grey smoke from her mauve lips. Expelling this steam was much like a much needed release within herself as the unknown power within her arm seemed to erupt and become a throbbing sensation of pain. Like billowing smoke, she waved the scent away from her as she pulled the goblet to her lips drinking heavily of the wine before placing the cup down on the table. She leaned over, her heavy chest pressed against the table as she cradled her chin in her palm while looking over an old map that she had found. More likely stole or bargained with a drunk...but no one was keeping tabs on that. The woman's azure eyes scanned the room briefly. Despite being a powerful woman, she had weaknesses like melee combat and there was only so much she could offer to a team in support. A tank would be most welcome and a go-get em DPS. Azure flashed across several people, but most of them were drunk and heavy with booze. She mentally sighed as she slipped the goblet brim across her mouth once more and tasted the sweet red wine once more. For a third and fourth time, the billowing smoke would come from her mouth and nose and she gently blew the smoke away with a hand and then creased the map to look it over once more. Perhaps someone would find interest in her findings and she could get a party situated. @Eyas Amari || @Nikephoros
Contrary to Vivian, Eyas tried to stay the hell out of the way of taverns. The smell of alcohol and sound of yelling had a tendency to bring back bad memories, ones that she would much prefer to drink away. Ironic in its own right. But there was also good gossip to be had in some taverns, if the risk was low enough and the people weren't there to try and start some huge fight. Like the Rising Sun. So many people died in those barfights. But this, hopefully, wasn't the same sort of bar. Hopefully it would just be some nice and chill place she could pick up on some rumors. So she went weaving her way through the crowd, swiping a drink off the table, behind a distracted guy's back. He was just too busy staring at... what exactly? Following his gaze, she took note of the purple-haired witch lady. She was, by all accords, a very attractive person. Looking down at her own 'lacking' assets, then back up at her, Eyas made the decision to do something she otherwise wouldn't do- talk to somebody. Focusing for a moment, she took a good look at the bottle of wine she seemed to be drinking. More expensive than she expected, but nothing she couldn't manage to deal with. Heading on up to the bar, the katana-bearing huntress kept an ear out and ordered a bottle of the same, before walking back over to the table where Vivian sat, eternally grateful Madison wasn't around to make fun of her and her shitty attempt at a pickup. Offering the bottle, she stood a few feet away from the table, clearing her throat. "This uh. This seat taken?" @Vivian Cruz
Nonchalant, yet beautiful azure scanned the map before she her a small voice coming a few feet away. The woman shifted her head, her hand moving with her chin as she looked at the modest woman who was attempting to make conversation. "If I had it my way, all the seats would be taken..." the woman replied with a tone that was somewhat hard to decipher. But her eyes gazed at the red wine bottle she held in her hand, was this a peace offering of sorts? Or maybe poison in the bottle? Vivian stared at it for the moment, then reflected back at the empty one next to her. With a gentle shrug of her shoulders, she folded the map and set it aside and gestured for the woman to sit at the opposite end. With the new bottle in her hand, Vivian began to pour her goblet half way full and then slid it to the female in front of her. No chances would be made here, she was a paranoid woman for a good reason. "Not that I don't trust you, actually, I don't. But in a public place like this and with my certain reputation I can never be too careful. So...drink first and if you don't keel over, I'll accept your gift." The Dark Witch folded her arms over the table, covering much of her busty chest while she looked at the young woman. There was a slight smirk on her mauve lips as the piercing studs below her mouth sparkled as she examined the woman. Small chest, hazelnut hair. She seemed like an alright looking female, perhaps not Vivian's cup of tea, but when the mood was set right, there might be room to talk. @Eyas Amari
Though she didn't quite like people, she was quick to take the hint. Or, well, quick to take the hint she had picked up on, which sounded pretty vague anyways. But considering that she wasn't being the happiest about it, she took that as a dismissal. She'd almost went to walk away when she made the gesture to sit, which finally elicited a smile from the swordswoman as she gratefully took a seat, watching her fold the map and pour the drink. And then... she was being asked to drink. Well, fine, she wasn't big on it but she wanted to make a good impression. And at the very least, prove herself trustworthy. If she had any chance of getting to know the witch, that was her best bet. So of course she drank. Might make her feel like shit, being a bit of a lightweight, but she went and got the entire tankard in her with a few deep gulps, before putting it back down on the table, wiping her lips with the back of her arm. With that over with, she smirked to herself, pushing the goblet back over with a smile. "Not tryin' to poison you. Just trying to be nice." She left out the part of 'trying to be nice to the cute stranger' but that was more of an afterthought. "'sides. You aren't like most of 'em here. Thought you might want some company."
Vivian watched with morbid curiosity if the woman would have in fact died on the spot due to a strong poison. She had secretly wished it was poison so she could laugh at the corpse and the idiot who tried to play her so easily. But it was an outcome nonetheless, no poison and no dead bitch to laugh at. The darkly woman took back the wine goblet and poured herself a cup for herself. Swishing the contents around before looking back at the girl, "Not like like the others, huh? And why do you say that? As far as company goes, perhaps I am looking for something a little more to that thought." Vivian held the goblet it hand, her busty chest inflating as she shifted her legs underneath the table, her bare feet reaching up and gently stroked the woman's leg as she pressed her lips to the ornate cup. She had watched with careful eyes before where the lips of the new female were when she took the drink, Vivian in turned placed her lips over the same area only to relish in the young woman's aftertaste. The full mauve lips expressed a simple, sharp smile as her foot continued to stroke the woman's leg and then her inner thigh where she laughed sheepishly. A hand fell on the map and she would pat it gently, her foot retreating after playing with the woman beneath the table, "The name is Vivian Cruz, and I am actually looking for a few able bodied people who might be interested in looting a dungeon. I came across an old map that might be worth investigating. Of course, I have no physical prowess myself. I am learned in more mystical forms. You look like one of these abled bodied people who might be interested?" The woman used her seductive charms, her voice was full of that billowing lust she was so accustomed to using, the sound of honey to the ears and that plump chest of hers exposing a little more and more as she breathed in a certain position towards the young woman.
Brisshal to Astorea. The journey had been intense and long, full of hazards that the elven man had faced and triumphed over in order to reach this very place... the hub of the players, the nexus of all things murderhobo and escapist. He did not bore people with the tales of his hardships. The wolves he had faced? Cannon fodder to most, worthy of less effort than a sneer. The bear that had guarded the edge of the zone that became Astorea? Six intense hours for him. Six points of energy, for others. There was an obvious gap in the uh... quality of skills between himself and others. And yet, he had made the journey here, in order to get nearer to those of accomplishment rather than tie himself down to other newcomers to the game. Should he perhaps have enjoyed the tutorial zone more, and focused on growing his character? In all likelihood yes, that would have been the best foot to start with his journey with. But if he could attach himself to a party and grind a higher experience zone, he would make leaps and bounds in strengthening his character as well as his relations among the player base. Of course, where was the best place to look for such adventuring types? A tavern, where else? And the best way to find such sorts of opportunity? Well, if one were to follow the typical example, it was to find a seat and slouch with a drink, until you either pissed yourself or started a fight. But that was just based on what he'd seen so far, and he admitted it could just be the skewed patronage of this particular establishment which was finely decorated and quite welcoming, but its strong drinks tended to knock out those with more eye than stomach. Well, he was different than such louts. Rather than finding himself some perch to hide away in while eavesdropping, or just snagging jobs off of a board at random, he had taken the road less traveled. Leaning on the bar with an elbow, the elven man regarded the two women in front of him with a thin smile, cleaning a glass with a hot rag as his eyes scanned their goods. Namely, the map, not @Vivian Cruz's mountain peaks or @Eyas Amari's flat plains. His eyes made note of the area Vivian had, distractedly, already indicated on her map with a casual movement of her own hand. Or at least... he hoped so. Still, he did his best to memorize it in that single glance, in case they decided not to take him along on their little adventure. After all, he could sell the information to others and cause competition for the two women. "Ladies. Another glass, perhaps?" he asked as he set the cleaned cup down before Eyas so that she and Vivian would not have to continue sipping from the same cup and second-hand kissing the whole night away. He smiled as a waiter ought to smile; kind and welcoming, but clearly more interested in a tip than their life stories. Clad in the waiting uniform of the inn, he continued leaning relaxed upon the bar, allowing his eyes to flit and meet Vivian's and Eyas's for a moment before he turned his attention back to the air between them, so as not to "challenge" them by making sustained eye contact. "I couldn't help but overhear your intentions. You should know, most in this establishment are... well," he gestured vaguely at some drunks sitting around, then went back to cleaning another glass to keep his hands busy. "Barely able to hold their liquor. So I'd advise caution, if you plan to put any measure of weight upon the shoulders of these lot. I recommend the market, on the morrow when the sun might hold longer in the sky. Perhaps a talented lumberjack, or a sellsword coming in with a caravan who hasn't yet had the touch of liquor to dull his senses? But apologies, you didn't ask the opinion of your waiter. Is there something upon the menu that might appeal to you fine tastes? Today's special is freshly hunted quail if I recall correctly. Side of parsnips and potatoes in a fine brothy stew. Hearty, for such a daunting task as is before you?" He smiled, playing the role of the Non-player Character waiter as best he could manage. It was far more effective for learning the goings-ons of the players this way, working behind the bar and tending to their obnoxious demands for the chance to steal their lucre out from under them. Nobody paid attention to the NPCs in this game... or assumed they were too cowed to do anything that might cause problem or offense. If the women didn't hire him, he'd go to the bandits just beyond the river nearby, and sell the information to them for a cut of the profits. After these women did all the hard work, of course, and the dungeon goods could be stolen from them when their health and energy was low.
Vivian's attention was gripped away by a smooth, mellow voice to her front. Azure eyes shifting to the tall, bald elven looking person. At first glance she didn't pay him any attention, just some nobody much like everyone else in the Dragon's Hearth. She tilted her head, "Maybe we wish to share the same glass because its more intimate that way?" The curve on her lips suggested she was teasing, but Vivian was in fact just that, a massive tease. The woman's lithe fingers pulled the goblet of wine back to her hand and she took a small sip of the contents. The smell of alcohol on her breathe as she spoke up once more leaning her chin in the palm of her hand and her eyes dancing to the very talkative NPC bartender. He was right in the regard that finding a sober person to accompany would be difficult to find and being the NPC that he was if this was his day job, then he certainly knew the ins and outs of the regulars that came by. Her mauve lips were tenderly pulled to stretch with a small smile on her face, her long nails dancing to a light beat against her cheek while her foot, a mischievous limb, once more played with the thigh of the young woman next to her, all the while she kept her eyes on the NPC bartender and spoke with an even tone to him. "Yes, if that is the case then surely you know a few good Mercenaries perhaps who are looking to line their pouches with gold then?" Her question was valid and she shook her head in a fashion where she rejected anything from the menu, as appetizing as it all ways, she was more heavily drawn to her wine and this delectable creature sitting next to her. "Besides, I think the dessert is more appetizing..." Vivian's foot was swift with the work finding the heat of the young woman Elyas as her toes danced across her inner thigh. A smirk on Vivian's face before her attention was drawn to the waiter, "Of course, Mr. Waiter, should you feel it necessary perhaps you are a strapping young man seeking some amount of fame over a life of a Waiter? I suppose Henchmen are a thing in this game, would you be interested in being hired as a third that is...if this woman here is interested in coming along for what I have stored in this map." She once again patted the dusty old looking scroll to her left as she examined the bald waiter.
As somebody who was as touch-deprived as she was, Eyas' smile at her accepting the drink twitched in surprise as a foot came up under the table, caressing her own. Unexpected, though not unpleasant, the sensation felt more like a long electric tingle where her foot made contact, spreading up into her gut and through her core, intensifying as her foot found purchase higher and higher. Her most immediate response was to slide ever so closer to the teasing foot, trying to hide it and failing miserably. By now, she was hooked. No use trying to pretend it. Her chest felt fluttery, her gut felt like fire was racing through it, and her full attention was on Vivian as she even put her mouth to the same place she had sipped from. She was thirty seconds in, and she'd been hooked bad. All this was forming into the perfect storm, and she couldn't get her eyes off Vivian at all. Her full attention was on the witch now, hooking into every word she spoke. She didn't realize her foot had been retracted until she finished speaking, talking about a dungeon and looting it. "So you want somebody to loot your dungeon with you?" Now, she wasn't NEARLY as good at flirting as Vivian, so her innuendo didn't feel like it went over that well. She promptly turned red at her own mostly perceived failure at that. And then, the waiter showed up, compounding the poor timing of her own attempted flirt by putting a drink in front of her. So he was offering them advice, huh? Seeing Vivian decline anything from the waiter with a quip of things being more intimate (which made her own heart skip a beat), she did the same, giving a small squeak as the foot found itself higher than before. Was she playing around now? Maybe. But honestly, Eyas wasn't picking up on that, not by any long shot. She was too enamored by this beautiful witch across from her, eagerly awaiting to see what she would do next as the evidently dominant force here. So much so, even, that she nearly missed the question posed to her. "Two's a crowd, but three's company. I wouldn't mind, he might be... able to lend a hand." Pausing for a moment to hold back some other noise that she wasn't even sure she was going to make, she looked up at the bald waiter, then over to Vivian once again.
Ahhh. It appeared as though the two women were more together than just a happenstance party. That, or they broke the definition of fast and he'd soon be adding a tavern room to their tab. Bully for him, as it'd put him in greater favor and repute with the manager of the establishment. But booking rooms and billing guests was secondary to his main objective, which was exactly these sorts of situations. Although... considering... If you put your hand on a stove, you were bound to get burnt, and these two bitches were set to HEAT. "I do know some mercenary sorts, of course," he said with a polite smile as he picked up the ignored glass that had been intended for Eyas, and set it aside behind the bar for another customer to use later. Pity, because from what he could see, they were both so damned thirsty. But they'd settle that themselves, and soon, if he wagered right. Still, he kept all such thought and humor far far far away from his face. A lifetime in theatre had taught him to mask emotions, and fake whatever role was needed. So, apparently oblivious to their flirtations with one another and remaining true to the role of professional server, he focused on the matter at hand. "I myself have dabbled with the ranseur, in the local militia. Were I to get permission from the captain I'm sure he would be delighted to have me escort the two of you to wherever it is you're going, and assist as best I'm able. It will give us a chance to investigate whatever attraction it is that's caught your eye, and gauge what threat it might be to the towns in the area. And, perhaps, receive some extra funding for our men. I believe it's about time to upgrade the armory, and... ah, but that's town business and I wouldn't wish to tire you with my prattling. Yes, I would be more than happy to assist the two of you. First light, call it? That way there might be ample time to prepare, and provide me with some time at the end of my shift to recruit some extra swords to assist in this endeavor of yours." He smiled again, hoping that they were so sick of hearing him talk that they'd just agree without looking into things. God bless this game. There was no Press X to Skip.
Vivian squinted her eyes happily at the female and her desire to loot her dungeon so to speak. Knowing full well what she meant although it might have sounded pervy to other ears. The Dark Witch brought her sharp smile towards the male as he went on a small speech about the militia. All of that...whatever he said, was as much droning as she had liked from him. She cared little for the NPCs in this world, except for those deserving her attention like events or Gods and Goddesses, she would listen to those, but these...back watered hicks from small villages were such a drag to listen to. But she was of course pleasant and although she would rather swim in the pool of lust with the fox in the other seat, she did pay attention to the Waiter. Her azure eyes remained stationary on the older male who seemed to be very accustomed to the wishes of his patrons. Vivian slid a hand over the goblet once more, tipping the glass back and swallowing the contents with a single gulp. She licked her mauve lips several times trying to get most of the wine juice extracted from her tender flesh. "If you can gain permission from your Captain, than I believe we have a nice rounded out party. If it was not obvious, I am a spellcaster and do my best work from the rear. I am not too fond of close combat, so I shall need an aid by me so my spells are not disrupted. Someone who can challenge the front ranks will be necessary too. This dungeon is quite particular and I feel we may need the service of another, unless you two are confident in your abilities and are able to play the roles carried out?" Vivian looked to both the male elf and the female who-- Well, she was unsure of what the woman was capable, or at least in a combat situation. Knowing so very little details of them both was quite a gamble. "Perhaps we should take the advice of our new partner then. We could get a room and sleep on it and reconvene in the morning. Would you be interested in staying with me tonight- I don't believe I caught either of your names." The busty witch mused, it would not be the first time she would have slept with a stranger not knowing their name. In fact, that was a normal occurrence in her everyday life. It was too short to learn the names of people she would ever see the faces of again. But this girl was a bit more than just another random stranger, if things go well, perhaps she could be a normal occurrence rather than a one night thing. Vivian licked her lips at the thought, wetting her appetite of such fantasies. Looking to the Elven Waiter, "Would you be a doll and secure the two of us a single room for the night then? Unless there is objection to this, we shall retire for the evening. Perhaps the two of us can come up with a game plan and strategy with our combined Masteries and then continue on in the morning when we are all more...fresh and awake?" The heavy chested women slipped her butt off her seat and stood up, she moved closer to the girl who was much newer to the experience the Dark With had used in her field of seduction. She rested a hand on her shoulder and leaned in, whispering softly in Eyas ear. There was a subtle flick of her tongue as the hot, sweet words echoed to her. Vivian shifted once more standing up tall, her hand out to the young woman. "Shall we?"
Honestly, Eyas had been mostly ignoring the elfdude for most of the time. She was too busy trying to bring herself from going a million miles a minute, something made increasingly difficult as time went on. "Yeah. First light." Her normal suspicious mind was out the window as she was influenced by Vivian more and more so. Her laser focus, normally turned into a scowl that would send fear into other people, was now on Vivian in the form of a wide smile. Her heart skipped a beat once again as she was addressed. Only to realize she actually hadn't told Vivian her own name. Whoops. "I'm Eyas." She felt herself tensing up against as Vivian came up, offering her hand. Her chest tightened up as she took the pro-offered hand of her future companion. It certainly wasn't confidence that had her stand up, but more of her adrenaline bringing herself to her feet. The truth was, she was shaky, and it wasn't easy to hide. But she kept her eyes on Vivian, a nervous giggle coming up out of her chest. "We shall."
Well, that settled that nicely... Stepping back behind the staff side of things, Nikephoros fetched a key to one of the tavern's nicer suites and added a night's stay to the tab of... Vivian, seeing as she was clearly the power-figure in the pair of women, not to mention her pride was probably more easily compromised and so she'd want to save face by paying whatever ridiculous price the room charged, rather than dispute it as Eyas doubtless would. And he, in turn, would receive praise from the owner. Splendid. But what mattered most was that he'd bought himself some time, to act... He held the key out for Vivian, and watched as the two women moved off to retire for the evening. After his own shift was finished, he settled affairs within town and traveled a short ways away, to meet with some of his... compatriots, and explain the situation. --fast forwarding to the next morning-- Dawn kissed the far horizon as God's evil flashlight shown down upon the city, filtering in through windows and summoning the rooster's call. A gentle rappa-tap-tap at the door to the suite Vivian and Eyas had shared announced Nikephoros's presence. Behind him, two men stood, dressed in basic leather armor that was neither fine nor ragged, but merely functional. They wore short blades with wooden bucklers, and one even sported a shortbow with a quiver. Nikephoros himself was garbed in a chainmail shirt and some iron greaves, with a ranseur draped across a shoulder so that it did not scrape across the ceiling of the hallway as he stood there. Their gear was all "junk" tier, as the players called it, and each man looked neat but not refined. In reality, the two extra hands were bandits that the elven man had gotten to know. They were, in fact, NPCs of the game... he himself was a player, but passed well for one of the game's constructs, and planned to keep it that way, for now. The lie he planned to tell was that all three were a part of the local militia. He doubted the two women would investigate it for any nugget of truth, and he doubted even more sincerely that they'd actually encounter the militia and have to explain themselves. "I hope the dawn finds you well," he announced jovially from behind the closed door to the room, ready to set off on their adventure. He hoped they hadn't stayed up all night drinking and entertaining themselves. He HAD said first light.
A naked Vivian swept her long slender legs off the bed as her bare feet pressed against the floor. Her equally long purple hair blossomed down her back as she moved to stand up, wrapping her robe over the bits and pieces of her naked flesh when she heard the knock at the door and the voice followed soon after. Vivian looked to Eyas, the girl still slumbering, half nude as she carted herself from the bed to the door. A small creek and Vivian peeked out, her robe lose around her body, but the busty chest remained hidden from sight as she saw a pair of individuals behind Nikephoros, "Friends of yours?" she asked, a small smirk played on her mauve lips. "Give us a moment. We will be right out." Vivian shut the door quietly as she moved towards the comfortable bed once more, her hand pressed down into the chest of the young woman as she shook her gently to wake her up. If that had not done it, the warmth and wetness of her tongue tickling the girl's ear would do the trick. "Morning, Honey. It seems our escorts are here just on time. We should make ready as well." It took Vivian and Eyas little time to get properly dressed, and the Seductive Witch said very few words about their entertaining night before hand. With the door opening at full length now, the witch was once more garbed in her Witchy outfit and she tightened her hat across her head with the dusty old map furled in her hand. "Sorry to keep you boys waiting, just had to powder our nose." Feeling less sexually frustrated thanks to the welcoming pleasures of the girl, Eyas, Vivian felt more focused on the task. With the party assembled they headed out and headed east. "Astorea is known for its underground labyrinths. On a full moon, I was able to ascertain this map. Ever since then, I have been wanting to dive deep below the earth to see if I can find any fun artifacts down in the depths. However, as I have said, I am only a spellcaster and while my magic is powerful, the need for a party is required." As Vivian said this and was in tow with a group of fine, upstanding members of the militia, she stood in front of what looked like a one hit dungeon entrance and held the map out. The ground shifted for a moment before an entrance was seen, a staircase leading down into the darkness was revealed as she flicked her wrist and a ball of luminescent red fire danced in her naked left hand. Her right arm was bandaged still, charms and chains keeping the evil within sealed as she still had little control over the dark power attempting to possess her body. With a small sigh, she stepped forward and lead the group down into the depths of Astorea's Hell. Spiderwebs and the stale air mixed, an atmosphere befitting a catacomb dungeon. The stairs were made of solid stone, yet ages did not seem very kind to them as they flaked off as they descended. Vivian stopped at the bottom of the staircase, her hand out and making sure nothing was to jump out at them at a moment's notice. She waved her hand dispersing the fire and dousing it quickly. Bioluminescent fungus grew all around them allowing ample lighting to see the corners of their origin. "Let me share the map data with all of you so we have a better understanding of how to go about this."
Nikephoros smiled politely at Vivian as she answered the door a smidge, only to close it in their face, her body barely concealed by a robe. Apparently she felt a need to flaunt the night's literal affairs, and as the door closed firmly shut, the man's eyes rolled sarcastically in his head before he turned to the two NPCs that were standing aside. "Strictly off the table," he whispered ever so quietly in warning to the men who were somewhat slack-jawed and clearly getting ideas. They nodded, waited, and when Vivian and Eyas finally emerged from the den of indelicate depravity, the male trio followed behind the female duo to a nearby dungeon entrance. They listened as Vivian explained she was a spellcaster and their roll was strictly as meat shields, essentially. Whatever 'ideas' the two bandit NPCs may have had about overpowering her, or less likely, trying to overpower the flat-chested brat nearby, vanished as Vivian explained her magical prowess to them. You didn't mess with mages. That was just common sense. Instead, they shuffled in place and at the base of the stairs, curious about when she was going to share her map with them. Waiting... Waaaaaaaiting. And then it seemed to dawn on all three men that it was one of those magical sorts of maps only the adventurers had. Nikephoros let out a small sigh and stepped past Vivian into the hall at the base of the steps, casting his eyes about in the dull glow brought on by the fungus. He held his ranseur at the ready, using it as a walking stick of sorts as its base gently tap-tap-tapped the stone tiles ahead of him, moving back and forth from one wall to the other as he tested for pressure plates, pitfalls, hiding beasts, and all manner of nasties that might plague the dungeon's entrance. One of the two 'militia' men stood not far behind him, while in the rear the man with the shortbow followed behind after Eyas and Vivian, to make sure nothing snuck up on the spellcaster or her lolita lover from behind.
"Morning, Honey. It seems our escorts are here just on time. We should make ready as well." The hand shaking her awake on the bed snapped Eyas awake, grunting as she was brought to the real world. She hadn't even realized she had been to sleep, but now that she was awake she gave a sleepy smile as she looked up to her. "Morning already?" Pulling herself out of bed, grabbing her clothing from the floor, Eyas readied herself, letting her hair down for once. And instead of the weaponless appearance she'd showed the other day, she brought the katana out today. The black sheathe seemed bulkier than normal, a strange-looking trigger mechanism just below the hilt of the sword. Then to the dungeon. She stayed more or less quiet, answering questions with a grunt or silence. She was much more on point, laser focused. It was easy to see that this was not a young girl in some sexed-up mindset anymore, but rather a focused and hopefully effective killer. Every so often, a spark flickered off the sheathe, indicating there was much more to the eye about both her and her skills than just some small swordswoman. Even down the staircase, where it was dark, she seemed to be much more focused. Like a hawk, just before the dive. And even if it didn't seem it, she was paying attention to everything. Not just the dungeon, but her group as well. Yeah, Eyas would be keeping an eye on them, where she could. Especially since she already didn't trust people. Vivian had every chance to kill her on that bed last night and she treated her very nicely, and she was quite satisfied. The others? They weren't trusted yet. "Alright then. You have a plan, or do you wanna just go room to room?"
