[i]...wait, what did that girl say?[/i] she asked herself, her face dropping out of its smile as the tallfellow's words registered with her. Did she just...?

But before Alea could really respond, the girl ended up in the care of- Bartimus, it seemed the birdman's name was- and, after some conversation with the less-than-friendly man in the dark coat and the announcement of the group's splitting by Irthorne, ultimately wandered off toward the crypt, Bartimus next to her like a loyal guard. Well, since she had after all found her way into that group, it seemed whatever Kara - was that her name? Really, Masrith didn't suit a young girl like her, and she had a sneaking suspicion that the paler tall dwarf had already taken Amarilla as a name - whatever Kara's true personality was would sooner or later become clear as daylight, even in the dark. Especially in the dark, actually. The arakhan were well known for... well, they weren't, but that didn't mean their ability to see in the dark wasn't any good. Better than most tall dwarves, certainly; there were quite a few benefits to be had from possessing five eyes, after all.

But alas, she hadn't the time to dilly-dally. The others by now were already making their way to the crypt, though not two minutes had passed! Best not to make a bad impression upon the gnome mage, after all. Strolling after the others in the crypt-delving group, she made her way into the crypt's front room, taking a glance around at her final companions: Kara, of course, and Bartimus the birdperson; the pale tall dwarf, once again most likely to be Amarilla; and... well, she supposed it was no bad thing to have the illithid close to hand. Certainly, unless he somehow overwhelmed five other people at once, he'd have a lot of trouble betraying them all without being killed, if indeed he planned to do so. Then again, if she knew her illithids, he'd more likely control just one or two of them, and use those bodies to kill the other three before ending their own lives. Or not. Which would be worse, she wondered? But that was neither here nor there; she was sure he wouldn't do anything so foolhardy as that. Not with muscles like... [i]No, no, bad Alea,[/i] she scolded herself. [i]No ogling the muscular tentacle abomination.[/i]