Once the boat was out of her way and she'd been spoken to, Peony sighed. This was not a recommended name. "Peony. I'll forgive you this time. Easy mistake to make. It's a type of flower, not some otherworld currency." She waved her hand dismissively at Yvah. "And I'm not a little kid. That joke would have been funnier a decade ago. Or it would have scared me. It is the arm of someone who died already, after all." She shrugged.

As the rest of the group rested, the false cleric stood watch. Not of the paths, like she made it look, but of this new group. They were strange, to say the least. Way too grim for successfully killing skeletons.

When she heard the chanting, or rather the translation, she shuddered. She'd heard a similar chant before. But that was different. That was...not watery. "So, how are we going to handle this? I could go up and cook a few of them. Make us a nice dinner" She dramatically flicked her flaming blade.