[color=bc8dbf][center][h1]Satilla Valen[/h1][/center][/color]

[center][color=bc8dbf]Location:[/color]  At the tavern
[color=bc8dbf]Interacting With:[/color] The group! [/center]


 Satilla couldn't help it and placed a hand on her face the moment Thomas opened his mouth. There it was. The naive orc was not present right now, but the immature sorcerer was. This was just what the two of them talked about while returning from the apothecary, but the witch didn't get a chance to talk with either of them before Thomas started speaking. 

 She was not surprised that Kyra stormed off. She probably needed to cool down her head and felt like staying here would make matters worse maybe? The witch liked Kyra and respected her from their journey so far. Satilla also knew that Kyra was so right about this. No one knew who was listening and there was little to do about it now that the cats were mostly out of the bag.

 [color=bc8dbf]“We can do that, Skittles will secure the door!”[/color] She stated with a smile, knowing her smart little kitty while not really too useful for anything else beside helping her memorize spells each day, was nifty thing that could very well stay by a door and react whenever someone was on the other side it would hiss or something.[color=bc8dbf]” He's sensitive to unknown presences. Like most animals actually.”[/color] Then there was also the possibility it could be taken as a joke which worked too.

[color=bc8dbf]“I will take you on that offer, Keystone.” [/color]She smiled, reaching for a small piece of food. Satilla wasn't too hungry after that story, but needed to get something in her body cause she was running on bare energy reserves by now.