[center][h3][i][color=skyblue]Kendra Serrana[/color][/i][/h3][/center]
[color=skyblue]"I'm all for a challenge, but risking being torn apart by this creature seems worth a little more than rooms and meals."[/color] Kendra didn't lack for courage, but with the halfling inspiring little confidence and the tiefling's own hesitation, she wasn't exactly inspired to play hero here. The damage was done in terms of lives lost already, and she wasn't about to risk her own for casks of mead.

She noticed then that Jitter had taken her gloved hand and kissed it. She cocked an eyebrow at the halfing and pulled the hand away. [color=skyblue]"Don't do that again."[/color] She wondered now if she wasn't being mistaken for someone [i]far[/i] more well-off than she was.

[color=skyblue]"I think I'll take your word for it,"[/color] she told the dwarf as he made his exit. No point losing her appetite when she had a... serviceable, stew in front of her. She took the bowl in both hands and whispered a word down towards it, adding extra heat into the bowl and warming the stew to just below scalding temperatures. The next spoonful's flavor was also pleasantly masked and spiced. All in her head, of course, but ignorance was bliss in this case.