Cythlla looked at the others as she was told to go with them to go look for horses. She didn't quite understand why she needed to go as she already had a mount known as Henry. Henry had spent his time outside of the inn as he could not fit inside, nor did he have a reason to. "So horses... those things poop like crazy." Cythlla said trying to make conversation, she knew that many people disliked her because of her profession. Truth be told she was happy that it made elves hate her, she hated them even more. But she didn't like the fact that human's and other human like creatures hated her for it. It was lonely being a necromancer. Thankfully that was where Henry came in, always taking care of her, kind of like a big brother sometimes.