The Aaenshi growled lightly at the Charr's challenging statement, though it was true, he had no intention of following the snake woman. He downed his drink and huffed his way out of the bar, clearly agitated. That simply left the pale woman sitting on her balanced chair. She continued drinking, chuckling to herself at the antics of her partners. 

Kladissa continued alone, passing the various leather shops and ranches, having long since detected the footfalls behind her, keeping pace with her. She could tell from the softer sounds of them, the fact that they weren't clumsy from drinking, that it wasn't one of the other refused men. Too heavy to be the Aaenshi, not careful enough to be the pale woman's, so it must be the Charr. She stopped and turned toward him, her eyes a bit more pained than before, [color=f6989d][i][b]"Do you have more questions or something? I think we both have preparations to do." [/b][/i][/color] She was clearly wearing a fragile facade, that grew more steely with each passing moment. 

Her face was growing intense, almost angry, [color=f6989d][i][b]"Well? Spit it out."[/b][/i][/color]