Emmaline cocked an eyebrow at Migi, even as her gaze tried to follow the tanned newcomer into the back room with his crate. Whoever he was he clearly wasn't anyone to be trifled with. Given the way he had handled the knight he was clearly a man with skills and enough importance that he wasn't worried about the ass sat, bloody nosed, noble making trouble for him.

"That was nearly very disturbing," she admitted to the burrowhob. Despite her best efforts she was momentarily overwhelmed with visions of cities and forests in flame and felt an alien thrill tremble through her body. It left an odd taste in her mouth that she associated with the strange voice in her head. The thought triggered a mental chuckle that made her more uncomfortable that the words and the visions had done.

"Excuse me for a minute," she said standing up and brushing herself off. She realised as she did so that she still looked like she was one step away from taking up begging, whoring, or more probably both. Perhaps it would have made more sense to look for clothing, though following the Dwarf still seemed like about as much fun as throwing herself into one of Varone's canals.

"We should keep an ear open for this Sultana thing too," she opined, "always money to be made with rumors like that." With a quick step she followed the tanned man back into the kitchen, attempting to get a look at whatever it was he had taken so much trouble to get into the inn.