Faeron sighed, running a hand through her hair as she followed the group into Floor 2. "Sure, sure," she said, somewhat agreeing to the making of a new guild. [i]"As long no one dies a pitiful death like Karen,"[/i] she thought to herself. She then heard Cash's voice, from up in the inn. She looked up and waved at him, a huge smile on her face. It looked like he was still alive and kicking. Good. "You look well!" she said, a dry laugh escaping her lips. "How's your leg?"