Rala had been silent since they returned from their last adventure. She had spent her platinum on merriment and drinks the night of, but since that harrowed night she had not spoken a peep. Inside, Rala could not get the mystery of that tower out of her head. Even as they had strolled into a band of highwaymen, she had narry said a word.

Rala had tried to find something to ease her mind as Ale and Mead had long stopped working. She mulled over the enticing offer to participate in a competitive duel or melee, but she had soured herself on the sport. Too many deaths at the end of her blade to feel comfortable swinging it at a friend. The more novel festivities hardly concerned her. She was an older woman and had long since lost interest in trivial games. Instead, she wandered the busy camp until at last, she found a nice weeping willow on the east edge of camp. She found herself sitting there for a long time, reflecting on who this Nanny May might have been. Before long, she noticed that the day was well on it's way to sunset, and so, being a productive member of her team, Rala went in search of any sort of lodging she could find. Personally, she had come to enjoy the starry nights, but she didn't trust that her belongings would go untouched by the riffraff here. Best to keep from prying eyes anyway. She had enemies of her own, and after their last encounter, she didn't know who was watching.