"You know me, Feiia. When have I ever not been careful?" Alice quietly laughed, but the Snow Elf had struck a nerve and the blonde's face grew distant. Even with her mom's new family, it was still hard to leave her, especially going on a bandit hunt. And there was still the possibility of giving her another heartbreak. Then the older woman stroked her cheek and said that Alice would be fine and that she would be there. The dark-eyed girl smiled and said, "Thank you." It was all that really could be said. She knew she had probably irritated the older woman at first with constant requests for stories. But they had gotten to know each other better and something like friendship seemed to be sparking between them. 

Alice was then interrupted from this line of thought by the dwarf calling her over. He wanted to know of possible threats beside bandits to the party. The blonde replied as she sat down beside him, "Orcs have been a bother, but they've been infrequent this year, doesn't mean we couldn't still run into them. Other than them, the main ones are wolves and wargs. Mostly, they're in packs, making them easier to avoid but overwhelming if you're caught off-guard. Loners though are sneakier, so they may land a bite before you even know it's there. But after the initial surprise, they're manageable. Boar's tusks are sharp and they charge if provoked, better to stay out of their way. Other than that, there is nothing dangerous in the woods. There are rumors of mysterious beasts living in the mountain, but the Bloodmoon sisters, the ones who own this inn, are the only ones who go up there and they don't say anything about such things." Then she heard the elf lady's question, and replied, "Of course I tasted it. You can taste it as much whatever speed you do it at. It was delicious as always."