The Wodane stayed quiet as the two others followed her and spoke. She knew how to control herself well enough - letting loose a bit of anger by breaking something certainly helped - but she wanted to avoid saying something she might regret. These were, after all, to be her new kith. They would shed blood alongside her, and what bond could be closer than that?

So Ayla stayed muted as she followed Alexander, avoiding making any outbursts. Her ill mood showed in other ways, however: her stride, her balled fists, her hawkish expression... And she knew, she simply [i]knew[/i] to look toward the door of the Silver Dagger. And there she was: some woman with a massive deer thudding her boot against the door in the distance.

Ayla didn't make any verbal note of it. She looked, though, and she looked a good long time. Ayla, however, kept on walking. She needed a damned drink.

"Whiskey," she said finally, breaking her vigil. "We're getting some bleeding whiskey. And we're getting cider, too: good, hard, crisp cider." There wasn't any room for argument in her tone. She was calming considerably, however, and a moment later, the warrior added, "There be a lot of things what put a dark cloud over me, but I've no quarrel with you folk. Just... Know when to leave me be. I've a right temper."