Kaelara raised an eyebrow at Engie's boastful claims about her gun's capabilities. "Impressive," she said dryly, though her tone suggested she remained skeptical. "But let's hope it doesn't come to relying on your marksmanship skills alone. We don't know what we're up against yet." She leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving Engie's face. "I'm not doubting your skills, but I've found that it's often better to underestimate one's abilities rather than overestimate them. Complacency can be a deadly trap." Her gaze flicked to the bag on her shoulder, her interest pique"A custom-made rifle, I presume? You're a skilled craftswoman, I'll give you that." 

She turned her attention to Jean, who had introduced himself and offered to watch their backs. "Kaelara Ashwyn," she repeated, her voice low. "Nice to meet you Jean, appreciate the sentiment" Kaelara said, her expression softening slightly. "We'll likely need all the help we can get." As she spoke, Kaelara's gaze flicked back to Engie's unusual luggage, her curiosity still piqued. She wasn't convinced that the contents were as harmless as Engie claimed.  Kaelara's eyes lingered on Engie's luggage for a moment before she  leaned in, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "We'll need to be sharp tomorrow. We don't know what we're walking into." the atmosphere in the tavern grew more subdued, the patrons beginning to disperse as the night wore on. The fire crackled, casting flickering shadows on the walls 


"I think we've all got our skills and gear in order. We should get some rest and prepare for tomorrow." She nodded at Engie's luggage. "I'm sure that... contraption of yours will come in handy." With that, she downed the last of her ale, took a final glance around the tavern and stood up, her movements fluid and deliberate. "I'm turning in. See you all at dawn." She nodded one last time to Engie and Jean, and headed upstairs to her room.