Arelia crinkles her eyebrows in reply, swirling her wine a bit more as she glances into it. Cerberus looks up at her, nudging her hand a bit. She scratches his ear, but remains silent, thinking. "I originally came here for the issue with that so called 'haunted' graveyard here... Quite a joke if you ask me. It was merely some children causing a ruckus." Those 'children' had been a group of older men and women who had gone crazy from the cold.
"It was already taken care of when I arrived." She explains, "I suppose I do not have much of a choice. I travel light and the money earned from this quest was to be the money to get me home." Arelia sighs and places her hand on her forehead, then looks up at the ceiling, "Very well, Mr. Drakkenshire, I shall accept your offer." She takes a final bite of her food and stands, "Shall we be off, then?"