Yaroslav seemed a polite individual, if a little unsettled and distracted at times. Alice found him to be a worthwhile companion, at least in the short term. He professed he knew little of Vrettonian circles before his eyes shifted over to that strange fellow. The conversation ended between the two wizards and he moved off to his next point of curiosity. She took this as a sign from the gods that she should stuff her face while no-one was really looking.

Alice re-asserted to herself that the gaudy fellow Yaroslav found himself in the company of could not possibly be a part of the Vrettonian gentry with clothing and character like that. He lacked any sort of bearing or looks that might have possibly been from any noble line she knew of. She had her original theory that he might be of priesthood, as they were the only other group in Vrettonia who might be able to afford the colourful dyed cloths he wore, but honestly why would a priest be invited to this sort of dangerous adventure? Yaroslav said something to the him that definitely drew his attention, but she cared not to listen in. It was unbecoming to try and get secrets over comrades.

She took her space back over near Geradin and chatted back and forth pleasantly while he stuffed his face that way Dwarfs do (heartily, to say the least.) She had noticed he hadn't really taken much participation in meeting the group and didn't mention it. When not with friends Geradin was the strong silent type. Luckily for him he had many friends, especially among Dwarves, otherwise he would be wholly unsociable. She had noticed his grumbling about this Elven city had slowed to a crawl in between bites, and he certainly hadn't complained about the Elven food. Alice admitted she couldn't remember back to a time when she had eaten a better meal. Remorse twinged in her when she realised she probably wouldn't eat this well again for many years, and with that notion subtly stuffed various containers and jars from her pack full of goodies she could devour at the start of the journey.

She tried to get a general atmosphere of the group, trained as she was at gauging the mood of a room. From what she could tell, there was little suspicion. This was good and the best anyone here could hope for. She also felt the group didn't seem to understand this threat as strongly as they should. Maybe it would all turn out fine, but it felt odd to her they weren't already pulling maps out, dedicating roles and recruiting more help. With a little sigh Alice resigned herself to the situation and if she was more godly may have offered a small prayer for all of them. She would have to hope preparations had been made enough

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