Ah, the little girl was protesting that she didn't take orders. It was almost cute, except that there would always be situations where you had to listen to someone more experienced in the field. So if she walked into a magical trap and got herself turned into a barbecued zombie, then it wasn't going to be because [i]Myrielle[/i] had failed to warn her.

The spider-mage looked over at the vendor briefly, but had minimal interest in her wares. Foreign food was likely to be something completely inedible, and foreign equipment... anything of a magical bent was best sourced locally from Ithillin, where she could examine all of its properties. Curios from a far-distant land? There was no chance of needing that.