[b]The hunt for Diana[/b]

Nadira looked around the shop, confused as to why she was sent here. During her time with Teila this was one place she never frequented, Teila was always the one to come to the weavers shop. 

[b]“I suppose we should.. make ourselves acquainted.. we may be here for a while after all”[/b] Nadira left her companions to their own bidding while she made her way around the shop, stopping every now and then to look at some of the clothing on display. 

[i]<Well I hope you're having fun, I'm about to have a water fight with some undead in a desert.>[/i] Nadira smiled, the random patches of conversation from her brother no longer startled her, they had become more and for frequent since they both joined the Queens Blades. [i]<undead in a desert sounds more entertaining than staring at a bunch of clothing wondering why on earth I was sent to this place, do have fun brother... and be careful>[/i]

After a few minutes of aimless wandering Nadira sighed, She really had no clue as to why she and her companions were here.. there did not seem to be anything of use in their search within the shop, at least nothing she could immediately see. She looked to the man who had ushered them inside, he was standing by the door as if on guard, perhaps that’s exactly what he was. He knew who she was however, so perhaps he could give her some insight as to why she was here.

[b]“Hello there, as much as I appreciate the shelter from the storm, I don't suppose you know why I was sent here? Or are you simply the look out..”[/b]