[color=MediumVioletRed][center][h1]Dullin[/h1][/center][/color]

[color=MediumVioletRed]"if we aren't going out tonight: would you mind if I joined the seance? I'm interested in what the spirits have to say" [/color] Dullin asked her new colleague as she accompanied him outside. Her eyes were beaming with excitement as she mulled over the prospect in her mind. Spirits were old and wise, surely something could be gained by listening to them. She could only hope the other members of the seance would be polite enough to not jeopardize the communication. Seeing the fox-eared woman emerge victorious from the bar fight, she shuddered to think about what this woman might have to say to the White lady.

Looking down to the beaten dragonborn she rolled her eyes. He had given her a bad taste in her mouth since the moment they started traveling together. All of these companions seemed so gruff and savage but Zagren took the cake. Still, seeing him haggered and bloody, she couldn't stand idly while he suffered. Scrounging up some ice from around them, she offered it to him for his bruises.
[color=MediumVioletRed]"Learn your lesson yet?"[/color] She asked, rather peeved with his rashness.