Sakaala fostered a soft nod to dwarf as her reply, paying him enough regard in her gesture that she needn't add anything else to it at the moment. The hot water was for more than just something to drink, rather it had other practical uses beyond tea, but those would come to the awareness of the others in due time. It did yet spur her to respond, being certain to be specific about the matter.

"In part, yes." Her fearsome jaws replied, her head turning to note Hills who looked upon her.

The worn-torn huntress certainly didn't smile at the brief exchange, but she was far from frowning. The expression she wore was more that she noted the observing halfling and not so much as to knowing why. There was no telling as to what the small woman was thinking, her mind seemed a flighty place, focused here in one moment and away in another the next. Anything and everything could be said or not spoken at all about it, but the half beast wasn't of the mind or sort to truly care.

People stared, a lot; between the fact she was the same thing people oft hid in their homes from with the coming night and the maiming she endured, there was ample attention she received - almost none of it friendly.

Looking back to Jarkson, the inn's owner as he busied himself with the morning's work, the mercenary let her mind drift away and to memory. She wondered what had become of Lady Genevieve if the paled woman had become any more sane by being deprived of her cursed relic and beaten senseless by the other mage - of whom never followed as the arcanist had hoped. It seemed they had a common enemy, this demon and whatever forces he had managed to scrounge together in preparation for capturing these stones for himself and worse, but the fact this also meant they took someone titled as an "assassin" made her question as to just who was, short of the knights, in this for the right reason.

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