Irene
Arms crossed and lips curled up slightly in a steely smile, the vampire and veteran adventurer walked to the side of an underground bog in the middle of a major sewage passage, accompanying a cheerful and contentiously informative talking wolf.
It was a kindness to be thankful for, that the wolf had decided to be her tour guide of the spots down here and the other two had been understanding of her lack of desire to go outside at this time without great chatter. They were a peculiar bunch that might have accepted the details of her malaise surely enough if she explained it with patience, but for now she was content to leave it vague. So long as they did not ask, for she didn't think any of them lacked the intelligence to avoid it, things would be satisfactory.
And Irene had her suspicions about the two who had last joined, rehardless of their friendliness up to this point. Indeed, it was the perfect time to debate them.
"Tell me Costin, what are your designs here?" She asked, as naturally as if talking of the ingredients that went into a meat roll. "You are not simply satisfied with following others around, even if I appreciate the aid, are you?"
Yes, this eerily helpful and human-like wolf was the one who asked most for answers, and amusingly not for looking like a beast anymore than the strange sagacity and upbeat words she seemed to channel even in the most questionable of matters.
