As the hobo-ish man jumped at her offer and immediately began to make way towards the nearest pub, and the solider offered a grunt and a nod, Zoran-Thiea couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the two. She certainly had a way of finding the strange ones.

"Well, come on then, he's gonna be done with the first round by the time we get there if we don't catch up..." She called to the solider as she began to follow after the other man. They were all a wet sopping mess trudging through the black Kantle mud. She felt a bit odd inviting the solider along; though she was used to making aquantence with strangers easily—usually people looking to purchase any of the natural "medicines" she sold tried to get on her good side. But still, she knew better than to trust the man. Life had taught her am important lesson. [i]KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE...AND YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER.[/i]

She wouldn't quite consider herself an enemy of the kingdom, but she definitely wasn't a friend. She would consider damning this entire island kingdom if it wasn't already worse than any hell which she could dream up. Ah well, she looked up at the dim lights of the pub and the dry warmth which it vaguely emitted and thought, maybe it wasn't quite so bad. 

Or maybe [i]Hell[/i] was just [i]Home[/i] to her.