"Oh wonderful, in a dank dark basement beneath a tavern. You aren't setting me up to be sacrificed at the altar of zadza, are you?" She asked cheekily. Bloodstains hardly bothered her at this point, she'd wrung more pints of blood from her hair and clothing than most people had in their entire bodies. Adventuring life steeled you to such things.

"Pick a mark, seduce her, send her off on her merry way to get murdered on the promise of stardom and artistry. Quite the racket you have going here, Ianthe." She prodded at her playfully, a flirtatious gale in her tail all of a sudden. Obviously it was merely the stew revitalising her. Clearly she had been more hungry than she had thought and perhaps this place wasn't going to be so terrible. It was better than Barovia by a country mile. "Although, we're sadly lacking on the seduction front. I'm starting to think I need to pick up some of the slack."