Combo post with [@corneredbliss] --- All too absentminded at this point, Yvah had not thought to check the boards before trotting off their rooms. Perhaps it was the aching wound she just recovered from, or it was the drinks swirling through her head in a haze. One more pint of the stuff and Yvah would’ve been too far gone to find the room pointed out to her. And while it would’ve been entertaining to all to see just how terribly she handled her intoxicants, she felt it was best to leave it and fall face-first into bed. The feline moved up into the second level of the inn and the half-elf followed behind, already being lulled into relaxation by the ale. In her exhaustion, her feet moved of their own accord into the room, and almost in a daze she made sure to wrap her wounds before anything else, not wanting to stain the sheets with blood and have a whole fuss about it when they woke. When it was finished, the lure of sleep was getting to be too much, and Araerys relieved herself of her belongings, depositing them onto the floor beside the vacant bed: fiddle, pack, kick off the boots, sink into the cushion - [i]Ahhh.[/i] Almost immediately she fell into slumber, only vaguely aware of the cat somewhere near her. Yvah’s senses came back to her in meditation. Lively conversations echoed through the halls, one of which sounded like the sleepless flower she had come to enjoy. This contrasted the relative silence in the room, as her bunkmate was quick to bandage up and Yvah herself was quick to fall unconscious. Her awareness grew keen in her meditation like a whetstone for the senses. When they had grown sharp enough that she could feel the inner power being drawn from her breath, she darted suddenly from her rest. She sprang up in little, jaunty steps, suddenly filled with life and vigor. Eventually, Araerys woke feeling refreshed and in a similar, albeit slightly less springy, fashion to Yvah’s, gathered her things and followed the cat back down to the bar to wait for the rest of their party to arrive before setting the lead. Both of them knew their way around town as intimately as one would prowling or carousing in the streets for most of their lives. They did not take the party through only the main roads, instead veering off into sidepaths and shortcuts. Both for the sake of saving time and to move through the city rarely seen. During the trip, Yvah did her best to make Ary feel welcome and to bring her up to speed on the party’s current mission. “And there were all these shambling fish people and one [i]big[/i] shark ogre thing that smashed his way through a crowd of them to get to us,” she explained, “There was a big, spooky castle out in the middle of the bay,” she continued, “Arthera gave the letter to the guard. It was a lot more convincing than the imaginary paper,” she snickered, “We were walking over to this address and then we heard this big commotion. And then you ran right into us!” Being one that was absolutely tickled by stories, Araerys listened with rapt attention as Yvah recounted their journey to Bourgund thus far. She enjoyed the girl’s enthusiasm and was more than happy to be included in this new adventure, despite the troubles she’d put them through in the first few minutes of meeting her. Admittedly, she still wasn’t sure of the rest of the group’s sentiments towards her, and realized with a little jolt that introductions still hadn’t been properly made. With a slightly lowered voice, simply so as not to be rude, she leaned into her companion and said, “Huh, in my hurry to sleep I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself... Do you think it the right time to-” Quickly, Yvah turned heel to face her team mates, likely halting them with a jolt and a couple bumped shoulders. “This is Araerys!” she yelled into the alley, “We’re calling her Ary, say hallo!” She turned to her bardic companion with a dumb, misunderstanding grin. The half-breed blinked in confusion at the abrupt - and rather loud - presentation. It had taken her completely by surprise, and left her with a reflection of the feline’s expression, only without the grin. Funny as it was, she wasn’t sure if that was the best way to go about it; but at least it was over with now. Ary let out a half-amused, half-embarrassed chuckle as she lifted a hand and wiggled her fingers a little in greeting. “Hello, all,” she sang in a similar tone, addressing whoever decided to acknowledge her or reciprocate the introduction with a nod of her head. When it was over, she took up her stride again, and when she leaned over to Yvah this time, she jokingly nudged the girl’s bicep with her elbow. “You and your cheek will get me in trouble one day, I already know it,” she grumbled, though she flashed a cheerful smile, with an air as if the two had been friends for ages. They were nearing the church, and it occurred to Araerys that they hadn’t discussed the strategy for whatever it was they were supposed to be doing there. Or if they had, she wasn’t in on it, and for the sake of safety, it was probably good that they all be on the same page. This wasn’t her adventure directly, and would have hated to step on anyone’s toes so soon after doing so a first time; so out of her own curiosity, she glanced back at the group over her shoulder and addressed them all once more. “So. Once at the church, what’s your plan?” They rounded one more corner, and the church stood over them all in full view, as imposing and grandiose as any cathedral was. Yvah placed her hands at her hips, standing still in a wide stance, and scrunched up her face in a contemplative manner. “They sound busy and loud. And you two look quick and quiet,” she motioned toward to both elves, “Wanna sneak in? Could split off and look for a side entrance, then regroup and all waltz in there.” Ary nodded her head in agreement, thinking it probably the best way anyway. She looked toward Ceria and waited for her response, as well as the rest of the group’s. [Mentioned [@Mistiel]]