Isla
Isla can't say for sure whether or not it's 'warmer' inside the brothel right now, but her sensors can certainly tell the difference in temperature, and she loosens the scarf around her neck accordingly. "If you don't name it soon, one of the patrons will give it a nickname, and you know it will be something boorish and clumsy," she warns, staying safely back and out of the way as Sunjata moves to light the fire.
"Regal sounding," she repeats, her grin enough to bare her fangs now as she raises her eyebrows and waits to hear him out. And his suggestion isn't a bad one at all, the Remedy folding her arms across her chest as she considers it. "I wonder if you could ask Frey to make it so that it always appears like it's midnight when you get close to the place," she murmurs. "And would this make you Mister Midnight? Or - or - Madame Midnight?"
As for his staying there, she gives the place another glance over. "You'd be able to use your magic out here," she points out. "And it saves you hiring a middle man to keep an eye on the place."
"Regal sounding," she repeats, her grin enough to bare her fangs now as she raises her eyebrows and waits to hear him out. And his suggestion isn't a bad one at all, the Remedy folding her arms across her chest as she considers it. "I wonder if you could ask Frey to make it so that it always appears like it's midnight when you get close to the place," she murmurs. "And would this make you Mister Midnight? Or - or - Madame Midnight?"
As for his staying there, she gives the place another glance over. "You'd be able to use your magic out here," she points out. "And it saves you hiring a middle man to keep an eye on the place."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
