In all honesty, Qist wasn't entirely sure why she had made such an offer. She barely knew this Kelvic, and the pair certianly had yet to earn each other's trust. They had been talking for, at most, a bell and in that timespan, Qi had witnessed Allison exhibit paranoia, curtness, as well as naiveness: none of which were qualities the redhead favored. Often times, these traits caused too much trouble for her. And it seems, Her internal persona kicked into her thoughts, once again reminding her of its omnipresence. That they will once again.
Though she hated to admit it, the bugger was right; unless she scooped up some more help for this venture, well...there would be no venture. Qi sighed. "Well, if we are going to ever get there we'll need," A pause tampered into her speech as she ran the numbers. Neither of them knew how to get to Wind Reach, so a guide is surely needed, and a travelling group of any less than four or five would be dangerous. This totalled at three others that the pair had to recruit. "three others. A guide or two, and a strapping young man." Qist chortled lightly, smiling as she stood. "Such a long trip; eye-candy is a must, no?" The redhead tossled her hair a bit and gathered her things, nodding to the pale Kelvic. "See you here on the 70th, Allison."
The tavern had gathered a few more patrons, becoming a much more busy scene than Qist would have rathered. Besides, the alcohol in the air could make the most sober man three sheets to the wind in a blink, and, unlike the days before, Qi wished to stay sober for a night. If she were to go on this huge trip with strangers, she wanted to be on top of her game; the only way to be completely sober and alert then, would mean that she'd have to start fasting now. "Great." She moaned to herself. Qist always thought herself a much more...sour person when sober.
Yet, with the prospect of her dreams finally starting to take form, Qist found herself putting a bit more spring into her step. Sobriety would be but a mere consequence for the big prize. Pushing her way through the wooden door, she threw herself into the streets of Syliras. And, with more force, she pushed her way above the crowd, throwing herself into the best reverie she could hope for: one for freedom.
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