Nursing a mug of brown ale in her hands, Craïs was closely examining the map. After a long while, she finally said her piece. [b]"While even an apprentice mage like Saren would know how to ward off the bite of winter, not that it matters."[/b] To emphasise her next point, the travelling mage tapped the capital of Drakovia on the map. [b]"Since I'm willing to bet this is his destination. Because of the Drachenvice Mage's Guild. They grant sanctuary to mages if one pleads for it. He'd be stupid to flee to Drakovia otherwise, he'd be much easier to track here than in, say, anywhere in Desertia. Mages stick out in Drakovia, big time. And since I sincerely doubt he knows of us, he wouldn't be baiting us to go north. Northern Drakovia is perilous at this time of the year, even for a prepared mage. Avalanches, monsters getting bolder and more likely to move about at daytime due to the scarcity of food..."[/b] After she finished with her reasoning, she took a long gulp from her ale before bringing the mug down with a light 'bang'.

[b]"Kyyyyah~! Drakovian ale is the best, even the tavern swill."[/b] She grinned heartily at her fellow companions at the table. She then looked at Aura, and then at Abaddon. [b]"Should I take her to our room? I'll be happier knowing she's sound asleep in her own bed rather than here if a brawl breaks out."[/b] She asked, gesturing at Rei as she said "our room". They had taken two rooms, one for both sexes. While Craïs herself had no problem with just a larger room fit for five, [i]the concept of modesty in Revelria must be an abstract myth, if even that[/i] she remembered Rei snarking at her when the mage first suggested the idea, she did have to afterwards admit that both Aura and Rei especially might feel uncomfortable with the idea.