She accepted the drink, sniffing it before taking a sip. Her attention was towards him, trying to make the best of what she can understand. Unsure feelings were in place, perplexion showed across her face as she stood up to place the empty mug on the table. She placed her weapon by the door before returning to her original choice to sit, setting her headdress on top of her satchel and letting her tattered coat drop off her shoulders, wearing a brassiere underneath, showing more tattoos that covered her arms, back, and stomach.

                                                    [color=cyan]"Thank you. I'm sure I won't cause any havoc."[/color]

She chuckled softly, laying back as her fingers toyed with a purple crystal tied around her neck. The shard seemed to glow with the shaman's touch, though merely another trinket of the many she has, seeming to keep her calm.

[color=cyan][i]Become a Lich... pay a thousand souls? Do I want to do this? I'm sure I've lived long enough as it is. Though he calls this a curse and 
                  acts like his own lifespan is glorious. Maybe I'll do it anyway, got more to gain than to lose...[/i][/color]

With these multiple thoughts in her head, she was staring up at the ceiling quietly. Dismissing her stress, she shook her head, her gaze turned towards him. The shard fell from her hand, its glow fading as the center turned blue. She grinned shyly, awkwardly continuing to fidget with her necklace. Clearing her throat, she tried to keep a focused demeanor, asking hesitantly.

   [color=cyan]"Halvar was it? I simply ask out of curiosity, but you seemed to have done this deed. Was it worth it to you?"[/color]