Kij'hara lingered a moment before stepping outside to join the others, contemplating her options. Did she really want to do this? Was it worth the risk? Sunlight streamed into the tavern through the broken structure, and she savoured the warmth on her scales. Inside the mountain it would be dark, cold. Lifeless. The idea of such an unnatural place didn't appeal to her, but then again, what did she have to lose? Her mind was made up, and she stepped outside with a measured readiness for the journey ahead. 

They appeared ready to move on, and the necromancer at least seemed to know where he was going. Kij'hara had never ventured far into the Old Country, even before the mountain and the dead rose again. "There appear to be no horses here. We may find some on our way, but until then it seems we'll have to travel on foot. Unless either of you has a better idea?" She glanced at the Illithid and then the mage, trying to gauge whether either of them did, in fact, have a better idea. Finally she settled her gaze on the human, and bared her teeth in a half hearted smile. "Lead on."