[h2][color=ed1c24]GURITAG[/color][/h2]

Rita stared at Tolan like a disappointed Math Tutor,  eyed Neith on the floor, then rested her gaze on Micah for a beat. She tilted her head back, downed the rest of her beer slush whilst fighting off brain freeze. To say she was annoyed would be an understatement-- she knew when to call it quits. Casting a long stare toward Dion, whilst raising her brows in a non-verbal fashion that asked, 'What just happened?.' 

With a sigh  she shook her head, then got to her feet. [color=D2B48C]"I'll meet ya 'bout where ya found me in the mornin'. Bout time for sleepin', I reckon,"[/color] she walked over to Dion and gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder, [color=D2B48C]"I'm sure if ya find somethin' of import you'll tell me."[/color] And with that, she headed for the door, bound for the Inn, which was not this room with [i]these[/i] people. 

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