Lumara covered her mouth as she attempted to restrain a giggle at Logan. The Dark Mage was in pain, but it was hilarious to watch. Even though the laugh was muffled, one could still hear it. Maybe she had let it become audible on purpose? [i]He’s adorable. Is he truly as devious as he says?[/i] Because it sure didn’t seem so. Either way, Logan continued to speak, and said that he had been in the face with a chair. Now that was hilarious! [b]”[i]BAHAHAHAHA![/i]”[/B] she bellowed, pointing at Logan with her index finger. [b]”You… you got hit by a chair!”[/b] After a while of laughing, she covered her mouth once more and restrained her laughter. His question made her tip her head at him, and she slowly pulled her hand away from her lips. [b]”Now, we’re going to Ferox.”[/b] she told him. [b]”Or so I heard. But our long term destination is Ylisse.”[/b] she said nothing else. If Logan knew about what was happening, then he should piece it together. [i]I hope Darrian gets what he deserves.[/i] she thought, narrowing her eyes at the floor. [i]And I hope he dies a grizzly death.[/i] Another blond haired woman stepped inside the room, this one calling the blond man on the bed a ‘prince’. Lumara glanced toward Laius, her eyes sharp, but inquisitive. [i]Prince? What the Hell is a prince doing in an inn? Wait? Isn’t he… that man that helped us in that battle?[/i] She didn’t like princes, but there were two things that she could gain from this man. The first was for their cause—surely, he would be able to provide a lot of support for the Shepherds. If a prince was on their side, everyone should know that they were indeed ‘good guys’ and not ‘bad guys’. Second of all, if she were to lay with this man, her reputation would sky rocket—she could say she had been in bed with a prince! [b]”So, you’re a prince, eh?”[/b] Lumara’s face twisted into a devious smirk, and she stroked her chin and she looked him over. [b]”What is a handsome thing such as yourself doing in this broken down place?”[/b] [i]That’s right, Lumara. Be smooth~[/i]