Nodding along with Sharphorn's idea to head to the tower, Runa hopped off the bar stool and followed, rolling her eyes as Thorgili began complaining about not being allowed to continue drinking. Anything less than five glasses of some kind of alcohol never seemed to fully satisfy him, which seemed to be a common feature in Dwarves. She did agree with him on the matter of feeling uneasy around mages, though for her it was because they had the same air about them as the aristocrats in the city of her childhood, able to have their way with you with little to no resistance. Still, she figured that most mages weren't that bad, mainly because the few she had met had been more than kind, sparing her money to buy new clothes or food if she offered her services to protecting them from other pickpockets or showing them around.

"I wonder what the forest and mountains are like," Runa said absently as they arrived at the tower. Having grown up in one of the largest cities in the world meant that forests and other wild places held a strangeness about them that she found intriguing, even after having traveled with Sharphorn and Thorgili all this time. She didn't elaborate much on the subject, however, having not intended to speak out loud at all in the first place. Instead, she just waited for Sharphorn or Thorgili to knock on the door or something so that they could talk with one of the mages.