After the whole little incident had unfolded, Zoran-Thiea found herself staring over at the sake the man called Okita had passed out and spilled. She looked over at their mute companion. "Well, that's a waste." She mumbled. "So that's what it was..." She looked at the mute more curiously now. If he really was from Rose, that would explain the non-threatening vibes she was getting. "You haven't understood a single thing, have you?" Zoran-Thiea sighed.

She pointed at the passed out drunk and did her best to make sure the 'mute' Rosilian—dressed as a Kantilian solider—got the point. "Pick him up, and come on..." She sighed, unsure how make him understand. Carefully Zoran-Thiea placed a hand on his shoulder and raised her brows. "I know someone who can help you."

Leading them along just down the street a ways, they arrived at a door, and after a deep breath, Zoran-Thiea knocked. A moment later a woman, around her same age appeared. She looked surprised, to say the least. Her hair was a pale blonde, and her skin pale too, but everything else about her seemed dark. Her eyes and lips were painted black, and she dressed all in back, looking as though she were in mourning. But this was how she always looked. There were tattoos upon the backs of her hands, and her figure was thin—she looked as though she never slept—though somehow she carried herself in a very elegant way. "Well you're the [i]last[/i] person I had expected to see on my step." The woman nodded her head at the man in soldiers garb and the passed out man. "Who are they? I don't have room for your trouble." Zoran-Thiea huffed and chuckled a bit.

"You always were too good for me, Lindria." She replied, "May we come in? I need some of your linguistic skills." The other woman arched an eyebrow curiously and sarcasticly, as her black lips curled into a pleased grin.

After inviting the trio inside, the woman Lindria made a place for the drunk on a daybed in the living area, and stepped aside to talk quietly with Zoran-Thiea awhile. When they returned, Lindria turned to the 'solider' and with quite a serious tone she asked him, in flawless Rosilian tongue: "You are from Rose..?" Her eyes were wide with wonder as she awaited his response.