Li had stepped through the gate at the same time as the rest, and upon arrival in the pub, she scrunched up her nose in disgust. How could a place smell like that? Didn't the owners spend hours upon hours in it? It was in their best interest to keep it clean a smelling fresh. At that moment, Li could understand why her Father had never let her come with him to his meetings with his friends back in the day.

[i]'Why are you disgusted? This smell is like paradise to me.'

'You seem to forget I'm not a sicko like you.'

'More like you're no fun. You'll eventually acquire a taste for the finer things in life.'

'By the Lane name, I hope I never do.'[/i]

Li turned toward Estelle and tilted her head slightly, curious. "You're French, then?" [@Magnato]

Then she looked at Edge and shrugged his comment about Paris off. She had always wanted to visit the city and she wouldn't let a foul-smelling pub ruin this opportunity. [@Apollosarcher]

She then turned toward the religious fanatic and looked at him, expressionless, for a moment. "One does not have to be unwilling to become undead. Some necromancers are undead themselves. According to my Father, at least." [@Rex]