Mergoux listened to the conversation as they walked to the exit of the crypts. The Bone Woman had proven useful, even though Mergoux usually distrusted magic, especially when it was magic that wrought the creatures they'd battled down below. Such things were altogether Evil, and were it not for the stink invading her nostrils and the lack of space to use her larger weapon, she would be back down there still, hunting for more of the creatures. As it was, she needed help, that much she knew. Maybe the help of the two Raven Knights, or maybe just a priest to bless her weapons, or whatever else would work against the monsters.

However more importantly right now she just wanted a bath. She knew that the sewage smell would cling to her for ages if she didn't soak it out soon, before she started drying off. Hopefully the inn she'd booked a room with had a private bath chamber. She didn't care how much it cost at this point, she just wanted to be rid of the taste of shit in her mouth and the smell on her clothes. They'd likely have to be burned, which was unfortunate but necessary. 

As they neared the exit however they came across a giant of a man blocking their passage. Mergoux's permanent frown darkened as the man spoke. Fool, could he not see they were on the same side? The side of the living? Under her helmet the woman's eyes narrowed and she growled out at the man-mountain. [color=green]"Call them then, or get out of our way."[/color] She marched right up to him, leaving the others behind if she had to. Her hands rested on her knuckle-daggers but didn't make a move to draw them, simply intending to walk past the stubborn brute and to the Inn. [color=green]"We're not your enemies. Move."[/color] she said, glaring daggers up at him impatiently.