Alice realised she had been silent for the last few moments, and reasoned it was probably because there was so much to take in. The absurdity of almost all that was happening made it hard to filter through and find what she needed to know. Even the Dwarves had to stop to take a moment to breathe!
She sighed heavily, centred herself and looked around with fresher feeling eyes. She opened her ears just in time to hear a somewhat strange and inspired series of rhymes from An-Hasst addressed to the old man. Words she couldn't help but agree with slightly in light of his overbearing nature.
"Please, forgive me my natural impatience. I'm just overwhelmed by your behaviour at the moment. First asking about werewolves, then... this. Why?"
Alice found her voice, following An-Hasst's first hit in the fight to regain some sort of sensibility. "Indeed, I gather you are wanting to join in our task? This hardly seems like the most orthodox way to do so." Ragnarok give strength. She raised her hand to her almost amounting headache as she uttered her under her breath. Madness all around
